Always Search For Your Innermost Nature In

I Closed My Mouth And Spoke To You In A Hundred Silent Ways.

Sometimes The Shadow Stays Next To The Light. Sometimes It Disappears Into The Light

Because The Beloved Wants To Know, Unseen Things Become Manifest. Hiding Is The Hidden Purpose Of Creation.

Your Eyelashes Will Write On My Heart The Poem That Could Never Come From The Pen Of A Poet.

There Is A Window Between Heart And Heart: They Are Never Separate Like Two Bodies. Two Lamps May Not Be United In Their Form - But Their Light Merges Into Each Other.