Your Grief For What You've

Open Your Arms If You Want The Beloved's Embrace.

The Way The Beloved Can Fit In My Heart, Two Thousand Lives Could Fit In This Body Of Mine. One Kernel Could Contain A Thousand Bushels, And A Hundred Worlds Pass Through The Eye Of The Needle.

The World Is Nothing But A Moment.

Oh, Bird Of My Soul, Fly Away Now, For I Possess A Hundred Fortified Towers.

All Language Is A Longing For Home.