One day you will take me completely out of myself, I’ll do what the angels cannot do. Your eyelash will write on my cheek the poem that hasn’t been thought of.
Stop learning. Start knowing.
Yesterday was glory and joy. Today, a blackened burn everywhere. On the record of my life, these two days will be put down as one.
In the orchard and rose garden I long to see your face. In the taste of Sweetness I long to kiss your lips. In the shadows of passion I long for your love.
How far is the light of the moon from the moon? How far is the taste of candy from the lip?
A warm, rainy day-this is how it feels when friends get together. Friend refreshes friend then, as flowers do each others, in a spring rain.
Raise your words, not your voice.
May these vows and this marriage be blessed.
May this marriage be full of laughter, our every day in paradise.
Oh, bird of my soul, fly away now, For I possess a hundred fortified towers.
The gifts of lovers to one another are, in respect to love, nothing but forms; yet, they testify to invisible love.
There is an invisible strength within us; when it recognizes two opposing objects of desire, it grows stronger.
This is the essence of all sciences – that you should know who you will be when the Day of Reckoning arrives.
Woman is a ray of God. She is not that earthly beloved: she is creative, not created.
You know the value of every article of merchandise, but if you don’t know the value of your own soul, it’s all foolishness.
I have seen the king with a face of Glory, He who is the eye and the sun of heaven, He who is the companion and healer of all beings, He who is the soul and the universe that births souls.
Sunlight fell upon the wall; the wall received a borrowed splendor. Why set your heart on a piece of earth, O simple one? Seek out the source which shines forever.
People want you to be happy. Don’t keep serving them your pain! If you could untie your wings and free your soul of jealousy, you and everyone around you would fly up like doves.
Sit, be still, and listen, because you’re drunk and we’re at the edge of the roof.
This poetry. I never know what I’m going to say.