Oh soul, you worry too much. You have seen your own strength. You have seen your own beauty. You have seen your golden wings. Of anything less, why do you worry? You are in truth the soul, of the soul, of the soul.

The moment an inspiring thought enters your heart, appreciate it as a dear guest visiting you that day.

If these poems repeat themselves, then so does Spring.

Plant the love of the holy ones within your spirit; don't give your heart to anything, but the love of those whose hearts are glad.

You were born with potential. You were born with goodness and trust. You were born with ideals and dreams. You were born with greatness. You were born with wings. You are not meant for crawling, so don't. You have wings. Learn to use them and fly.

When someone beats a rug, the blows are not against the rug, but against the dust in it.

My heart is burning with love. All I can see is this flame. My heart is burning with passion, like waves on an ocean. I'm at home, wherever I am. And in the room of lovers, I can see with closed eyes the beauty that dances. Behind the veils, intoxicated with love, I too dance the rhythm of this moving world.