God Writes Spiritual Mysteries On Our Heart,

Only From The Heart Can You Touch The Sky.

Why Should I Be Unhappy? Each Parcel Of My Being Is In Full Bloom.

Knowest Thou Not The Beauty Of Thine Own Face? Quit This Temper That Leads Thee To War With Thyself.

I Want A Heart Which Is Split, Part By Part, Because Of The Pain Of Separation From God, So That I Might Explain My Longing And Complaint To It.

I, You, He, She, We In The Garden Of Mystic Lovers, These Are Not True Distinctions.