Lovers Find Secret Places Inside This Violent

Oh Soul, You Worry Too Much. You Have Seen Your Own Strength. You Have Seen Your Own Beauty. You Have Seen Your Golden Wings. Of Anything Less, Why Do You Worry? You Are In Truth The Soul, Of The Soul, Of The Soul.

To Praise Is To Praise How One Surrenders To The Emptiness.

I Am Neither Of The East Nor Of The West, No Boundaries Exist Within My Breast.

Silence Is An Ocean. Speech Is A River. When The Ocean Is Searching For You, Don't Walk Into The Language-river. Listen To The Ocean, And Bring Your Talky Business To An End. Traditional Words Are Just Babbling In That Presence, And Babbling Is A Substitute For Sight.

True Beauty Is A Ray That Springs From The Sacred Depths Of The Soul, And Illuminates The Body, Just As Life Springs From The Kernel Of A Stone And Gives Colour And Scent To A Flower.