Be Occupied, Then, With What You Really

Lamps Are Different, But Light Is The Same.

When There's No Sign Of Hope In The Desert, So Much Hope Still Lives Inside Despair. Heart, Don't Kill That Hope.

Innumerable Changes Of Moods Are Yours, And They Are Uncontrolled By You. If You Knew Their Origin, You Would Be Able To Dominate Them. If You Cannot Localize Your Own Changes, How Can You Localize That Which Formed You?

I Can Sense Your Presence In My Heart Although You Belong To All The World.

Keep Silence, Be Mute. If You Have Not Yet Become The Tongue Of God, Be An Ear!