Do you hear what the stringed instrument says about longing?
The same as the stick, I was once a green branch in the wind.
We are all far from home. Language is our caravan bell.
Do not stop anywhere. The moment you are attracted to a place, you grow bored with it.
Think of the big moves you have already made, from a single cell to a human being. Stay light-footed, and keep moving.
Turkish, Arabic, Greek, any tongue is a wind that was formerly water.
As a breeze carries the ocean inside it, so underneath every sentence is, Come back to the source.
A moth does not avoid flame. A king lives in the city.
Why should I keep company with owls
out here in the empty buildings?
If your donkey acts crazy and will not work, apply the bullwhip to his head. He will understand.
Do not try to love him back to his senses. Whack him.
Adam A. Azim 