For Only When Faithfulness Turns To Betrayal

You Are The Honoured Guest, Do Not Weep Like A Beggar For Pieces Of The World.

We Must Die To Become True Human Beings.

Love So Needs To Love That It Will Endure Almost Anything, Even Abuse, Just To Flicker For A Moment. But The Sky's Mouth Is Kind, Its Song Will Never Hurt You, For I Sing Those Words.

This Is A Gathering Of Lovers. In This Gathering There Is No High, No Low, No Smart, No Ignorant, No Special Assembly, No Grand Discourse, No Proper Schooling Required. There Is No Master, No Disciple. This Gathering Is More Like A Drunken Party, Full Of Tricksters, Fools, Mad Men And Mad Women. This Is A Gathering Of Lovers.

Shams, My Body Is A Candle Touched With Fire.