Criticism Polishes My Mirror.

No One Knows What Makes The Soul Wake Up So Happy! Maybe A Dawn Breeze Has Blown The Veil From The Face Of God.

There Is No Worse Sickness For The Soul, O You Who Are Proud, Than This Pretense Of Perfection.

If The Beautiful One Is Not Inside You, Then What Is That Light Hidden Under Your Cloak?

Finding Faults Is For Those With Tired Minds.

You Soak Up My Soul And Mingle Me. Each Drop Of My Blood Cries Out To The Earth. We Are Partners, Blended As One.