He Whose Intellect Overcomes His Lust Is

Enough Of These Phrases, Conceit And Metaphors, I Want Burning, Burning, Burning.

Everyone Sees The Unseen In Proportion To The Clarity Of His Heart, And That Depends Upon How Much He Has Polished It. Whoever Has Polished It More Sees More - More Unseen Forms Become Manifest To Him.

When Your Love Contracts In Anger, The Atmosphere Itself Feels Threatening. But When You’re Expansive, No Matter What The Weather, You’re In An Open, Windy Field With Friends.

Wherever Water Flows, Life Flourishes: Wherever Tears Fall, Divine Mercy Is Shown.

There Is No Worse Torture Than Knowing Intellectually About Love And The Way.