Stay In The Spiritual Fire. Let It

A White Flower Grows In The Quietness. Let Your Tongue Become That Flower.

The Same Wind That Uproots Trees Makes The Grass Shine. The Lordly Wind Loves The Weakness And The Lowness Of Grasses. Never Brag Of Being Strong. The Axe Doesn't Worry How Thick The Branches Are. It Cuts Them To Pieces. But Not The Leaves. It Leaves The Leaves Alone.

Whoever Gives Reverence Receives Reverence.

God Has Allowed Some Magical Reversal To Occur, So That You See The Scorpion Pit As An Object Of Desire, And All The Beautiful Expanse Around It As Dangerous And Swarming With Snakes.

We May Know Who We Are Or We May Not. We May Be Muslims, Jews Or Christians But Until Our Hearts Become The Mould For Every Heart We Will See Only Our Differences.