I Learned That Every Mortal Will Taste

Bring Anger And Pride Under Your Feet, Turn Them Into A Ladder And Climb Higher.

We Are The Mirror - As Well As The Face In It.

There Is A Place Where Words Are Born Of Silence.

You Think Of Yourself As A Citizen Of The Universe. You Think You Belong To This World Of Dust And Matter. Out Of This Dust You Have Created A Personal Image, And Have Forgotten About The Essence Of Your True Origin

Not Christian Or Jew Or Muslim, Not Hindu, Buddhist, Sufi Or Zen. Not Any Religion Or Cultural System. I Am Not Of The East, Nor Of The West.... My Place Is Placeless, A Trace Of The Traceless.