He said, “Who is at the door?” I said, “Your humble slave.”
You who possess not Love, it is lawful to you — sleep on; begone, for Love and Love’s sorrow…
Come, come, for the rose bower has blossomed; come, come,for the beloved has arrived.Bring at once altogether soul and world…
The wheel of heaven, with all its pomp and splendour, circlesaround God like a mill.My soul, circumambulate around such a…
A hundred drums are being beaten within our hearts, thethe roar of which we shall hear tomorrow.Cotton wool in the ear, hair in the…
a poem
yesterday I walked into the moonthere wasa small glass doorbottom leftand three steps upI entered into…
the size of your story’s all a-swell in my mouth.