A Thief Loves The Night. I Am

A Life Without Love Isn’t A Life.

I Am Not From East Or West Not Up From The Ground Or Out Of The Ocean My Place Is Placeless A Trace Of The Traceless I Belong To The Beloved

You Are A Lover Of Your Own Experience ... Not Of Me ... You Turn To Me To Feel Ur Own Emotion

O Beloved, Where Is The Beloved?

Who Gets Up Early To Discover The Moment Light Begins?