Love Opens My Chest, And Thought Returns

You Run Back And Forth Listening For Unusual Events, Peering Into The Faces Of Travelers. "why Are You Looking At Me Like A Madman?" I Have Lost A Friend. Please Forgive Me.

The Sweetness And Delights Of The Resting-place Are In Proportion To The Pain Endured On The Journey. Only When You Suffer The Pangs And Tribulations Of Exile Will You Truly Enjoy Your Homecoming.

Water The Fruit Trees And Don’t Water The Thorns.

Love Is The Treasure The Temple Of Love Is Not Love Itself; True Love Is The Treasure, Not The Walls About It. Do Not Admire The Decoration, But Involve Yourself In The Essence, The Perfume That Invades And Touches You- The Beginning And The End. Discovered, This Replaces All Else, The Apparent And The Unknowable. Time And Space Are Slaves To This Presence.

In Things Spiritual, There Is No Partition, No Number, No Individuals. How Sweet Is The Oneness-unearth The Treasure Of Unity.