What Was Said To The Rose That

The Here-and-now Mountain Is A Tiny Piece Of A Piece Of Straw Blown Off Into Emptiness.

The Heart Is Like A Candle, Longing To Be Lit!

Your Legs Will Get Heavy And Tired. Then Comes A Moment Of Feeling The Wings You've Grown, Lifting.

If You Love Someone, You Are Always Joined With Them--in Joy, In Absence, In Solitude, In Strife.

What Shall I Say, O Muslims, I Know Not Myself, I Am Neither A Christian, Nor A Jew, Nor A Zoroastrian, Nor A Muslim.