The Eye Goes Blind When It Only

There Is A King Who Is Aware Of Every Mask You Put On

Love Is The Reality, And Poetry Is The Drum.

The Intellectual Is Always Showing Off, The Lover Is Always Getting Lost. The Intellectual Runs Away. Afraid Of Drowning; The Whole Business Of Love Is To Drown In The Sea. Intellectuals Plan Their Repose; Lovers Are Ashamed To Rest. The Lover Is Always Alone. Even Surrounded By People; Like Water And Oil, He Remains Apart. The Man Who Goes To The Trouble Of Giving Advice To A Lover Get Nothing. He's Mocked By Passion. Love Is Like Musk. It Attracts Attention. Love Is A Tree, And The Lovers Are Its Shade.

This Is Love: To Fly Toward A Secret Sky, To Cause A Hundred Veils To Fall Each Moment. First, To Let Go Of Life. In The End, To Take A Step Without Feet; To Regard This World As Invisible, And To Disregard What Appears To Be The Self. Heart, I Said, What A Gift It Has Been To Enter This Circle Of Lovers, To See Beyond Seeing Itself, To Reach And Feel Within The Breast.

Love Is That Flame That Once Kindled Burns Everything, And Only The Mystery And The Journey Remain.