Inside Of Us, There's A Continual Autumn.

If You Are Looking For A Friend Who Is Faultless, You Will Be Friendless.

Open To Me, So That I May Open. Provide Me Your Inspiration So That I Might See Mine.

In Truth Everything And Everyone Is A Shadow Of The Beloved, And Our Seeking Is His Seeking And Our Words Are His Words... We Search For Him Here And There, While Looking Right At Him. Sitting By His Side, We Ask: 'o Beloved, Where Is The Beloved?'

Iron Was Black And Sheenless, But Cleansing And Polishing Washed Away Its Blackness.

That Moon Which The Sky Never Saw Even In Dreams Has Risen Again