There’s a morning when presence comes
over your soul. You sing like a rooster
in your earth-colored shape. Your heart
hears and, no longer frantic, begins
to dance.

“If you desire healing,let yourself fall illlet yourself fall ill.”

“These pains you feel are messengers. Listen to them.”

“My heart is so smallit's almost invisible.How can You place such big sorrows in…”

“ان تكن تبحث عن مسكن الروح فأنت روحوان تكن تفتش عن قطعة خبز فأنت الخبزوان تستطع …”