He Whose Intellect Overcomes His Lust Is

In The Slaughterhouse Of Love, They Kill Only The Best, None Of The Weak Or Deformed. Don't Run Away From This Dying. Whoever's Not Killed For Love Is Dead Meat.

A Divine Dance Appears In The Soul And The Body At The Time Of Peace And Union.anyone Can Learn The Dance, Just Listen To The Music.

When Water Is Still Like A Mirror It Can Behold The Moon.

You Don't See Your Own Face, Your Own Beauty Yet, No Face Is More Beautiful Than Yours.......... .

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