We Are As Pieces Of Chess Engaged

Do You Think I Know What I'm Doing? That For One Breath Or Half-breath I Belong To Myself? As Much As A Pen Knows What It's Writing, Or The Ball Can Guess Where It's Going Next.

The Moon Has Become A Dancer At This Festival Of Love.

He Is Like A Man Using A Candle To Look For The Sun

Each Moment Contains A Hundred Messages From God.

Everyone Sleeps, Except Lovers, Who Stay Awake, Telling Stories To God