Nightingales Are Put In Cages Because Their

Even Though You Tie A Hundred Knots, The String Remains One.

No One Knows What Makes The Soul Wake Up So Happy! Maybe A Dawn Breeze Has Blown The Veil From The Face Of God.

Purify Yourself From The Attributes Of Self, So That You May See Your Own Pure, Untarnished Essence.

At Night, I Open The Window And Ask The Moon To Come And Press Its Face Against Mine. Breathe Into Me. Close The Language-door And Open The Love-window. The Moon Won't Use The Door, Only The Window.

And If You Are A Rose, I Am Rose-shadow.