In Your Beauty, How To Make Poems.

Let The Beauty We Love Do What We Do.

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

Thirst Drove Me Down To The Water Where I Drank The Moon's Reflection.

Allah Made The Illusion Look Real And The Real An Illusion. He Concealed The Sea And Made The Foam Visible, The Wind Invisible, And The Dust Manifest. You See The Dust Whirling, But How Can The Dust Rise By Itself? You See The Foam, But Not The Ocean. Invoke Him With Deeds, Not Words; For Deeds Are Real And Will Save You In The Infinite-life.

I Am Weary Of Personal Worrying, In Love With The Art Of Madness.