Who is this standing in my house? He signals with his hand, What do you want from me? Nourishment, and the privacy of one truth.
There are so many deceptive people
pretending to be faithful. Do not sit among them, eyes shut like a bud, mouth open like a rose.
The world is a mirror, an imaging of love’s perfection. No man has ever seen a part greater than the whole. Go on foot through this garden like the grass does. Only the rose is riding, all the rest on foot. Rose, both sword and swordsman. Reason in the abstract, and reasoning in each of us.
Generous Saladin, let your hand be
a constant necklace on my neck.