Do Not Grieve Over Any Joy That

The Sky Will Bow Down To Your Beauty, If You Do.

Someone Who Does Not Run Toward The Allure Of Love Walks A Road Where Nothing Lives.

When You Have Indulged A Lust, Your Wing Drops Off; You Become Lame, Abandoned By A Fantasy. …people Fancy They Are Enjoying Themselves, But They Are Really Tearing Out Their Wings For The Sake Of An Illusion.

Daylight, Full Of Small Dancing Particles. Can You See Them When I Whisper In Your Ear?

I Want A Heart Which Is Split, Part By Part, Because Of The Pain Of Separation From God, So That I Might Explain My Longing And Complaint To It.