“My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that, and I intend to end up there.”

“All day I think about it, then at night I say it.Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?I have no idea.My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,And I intend to end up there.This drunkenness began in some other tavern.When I get back around to that place,I'll be completely sober. Meanwhile,I'm like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.The day is coming when I fly off,But who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?Who says words with my mouth?Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?I cannot stop asking.If I could taste one sip of an answer,I could break out of this prison for drunks.I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way.Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say.I don't plan it.When I'm outside the saying of it, I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.We have a huge barrel of wine, but no cups.That's fine with us. Every morningWe glow and in the evening we glow again.”

“Nothing can help me but that beauty.There was a dawn I rememberwhen my soul heard something from your soul.I drank water from your springand felt the current take me.”

“You soak up my soul and mingle me. Each drop of my blood cries out to the earth. We are partners, blended as one.”

“Body is not veiled from soul, neither soul from body,Yet no man hath ever seen a soul.”

“My place is the Placeless, my trace is the Traceless ; 'Tis neither body nor soul, for I belong to the soul of the Beloved. I have put duality away, I have seen that the two worlds are one; One I seek, One I know, One I see, One I call. ”

“Sadness to me is the happiest time,When a shining city rises from the ruins of my drunken mind.Those times when I'm silent and still as the earth,The thunder of my roar is heard across the universe.”