We All Face Death In The End.

This That Is Tormented And Very Tired, Tortured With Restraints Like A Madman, This Heart.

Whether One Moves Slowly Or With Speed, The One Who Is A Seeker Will Be A Finder.

People Are Distracted By Objects Of Desire, And Afterwards Repent Of The Lust They've Indulged, Because They Have Indulged With A Phantom And Are Left Even Farther From Reality Than Before. Your Desire For The Illusory Is A Wing, By Means Of Which A Seeker Might Ascend To Reality. When You Have Indulged A Lust, Your Wing Drops Off; You Become Lame And That Fantasy Flees. Preserve The Wing And Don't Indulge Such Lust, So That The Wing Of Desire May Bear You To Paradise. People Fancy They Are Enjoying Themselves, But They Are Really Tearing Out Their Wings For The Sake Of An Illusion.

There Is No Worse Torture Than Knowing Intellectually About Love And The Way.

Your Body Is Woven From The Light Of Heaven. Are You Aware That Its Purity And Swiftness Is The Envy Of Angels And Its Courage Keeps Even Devils Away.