Sell Not Yourself At Little Price, Being

Each And Every Part Of The World Is A Snare For The Fool And A Means Of Deliverance For The Wise.

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?'

When I Am Silent, I Have Thunder Hidden Inside.

I Looked In Temples Churches And Mosques. But I Found The Divine Within My Heart.

I Don’t Know Why; When I Look At You, I See Myself