Lust

Be with those who help your being. Don’t sit with indifferent people, whose breath comes cold out of their mouth. Not these visible form, your work is deeper.

A chunk of a dirt thrown in the air breaks to piece. If you don’t try to fly, and so break yourself apart.

You will be broken open by death, when its too late for all you could become.

Leaves get yellow. The tree puts out fresh roots and make them green. Why are you so content with a love that turns you yellow.

Rumi