I Should Be Suspicious Of What I

God Picks Up The Reed-flute World And Blows. Each Note Is A Need Coming Through One Of Us, A Passion, A Longing Pain. Remember The Lips Where The Wind-breath Originated, And Let Your Note Be Clear. Don't Try To End It. Be Your Note.

The Wealth Within You, Your Essence, Is Your Kingdom.

I Cannot Sleep In Your Presence In Your Absence, Tears Prevent Me You Watch Me My Beloved On Each Sleepiness Night And Only You See The Difference

Now Is The Time To Unite The Soul And The World. Now Is The Time To See The Sunlight Dancing As One With The Shadows.

Many Have Been Led Astray By The Qur'an: By Clinging To That Rope Many Have Fallen Into The Well. There Is No Fault In The Rope, O Perverse Man, For It Was You Who Had No Desire To Reach The Top.