“I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.”

“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.”

“At the end of my life, with just one breath left, if you come, I’ll sit up and sing.”

“When the rose is gone and the garden fadedyou will no longer hear the nightingale's song.The Beloved is all; the lover just a veil. The Beloved is living; the lover a dead thing.If love withholds its strengthening care,the lover is left like a bird without care,the lover is left like a bird without wings.How will I be awake and awareif the light of the Beloved is absent?Love wills that this Word be brought forth.”

“You are the Essence of the Essence,The intoxication of Love.I long to sing Your Praisesbut stand mutewith the agony of wishing in my heart !”

“I am smiling at myself todayThere's no wish left in this heartOr perhaps there is no heart left Free from all desireI sit quietly like EarthMy silent cry echoes like thunder Throughout the universe I am not worried about itI know it will be heard by no oneExcept me.”

“The feelings trembled and flapped in his chest like a bird newly put in a cage.”