Raise Your Words, Not Voice. It Is

At The End Of My Life, With Just One Breath Left, If You Come, I’ll Sit Up And Sing.

I Am So Close, I May Look Distant.

The Sweetness And Delights Of The Resting-place Are In Proportion To The Pain Endured On The Journey. Only When You Suffer The Pangs And Tribulations Of Exile Will You Truly Enjoy Your Homecoming.

Soul, A Moving River. Body, The Riverbed.

A Servant Wants To Be Rewarded For What He Does. A Lover Wants Only To Be In Love's Presence, That Ocean Whose Depth Will Never Be Known.