The Art Of Knowing Is Knowing What

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

What Hurts The Soul? To Live Without Tasting The Water Of Its Own Essence.

All That You Think Is Rain Is Not. Behind The Veil Angels Sometimes Weep.

There Cannot Be Self-restraint In The Absence Of Desire: When There Is No Adversary, What Avails Thy Courage? Hark, Do Not Castrate Thyself, Do Not Become A Monk: Chastity Depends On The Existence Of Lust.

Love Possesses Seven Hundred Wings, And Each One Extends From The Highest Heaven To The Lowest Earth.