Life s picture is constantly undergoing change. The spirit beholds a new world every moment.

He has afflicted you from every direction in order to pull you back to the directionless.

I am part of the load not rightly balanced . . .

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.

This discipline and rough treatment are a furnace to extract the silver from the dross. This testing purifies the gold by boiling the scum away.

You have been a prisoner of a little pond I am the ocean and its turbulent flood Come merge with me leave this world of ignorance

Lovers don't meet in the end, they are in each other forever.