The Heart Of The Matter Is Soul,

Treasure Is Stored In The Ruined Places. Do Not Break The Hearts Of The Poor And Heartbroken People

Let Yourself Become Living Poetry.

Last Night I Begged The Wise One To Tell Me The Secret Of The World. Gently, Gently, He Whispered, "be Quiet, The Secret Cannot Be Spoken, It Is Wrapped In Silence."

If Your Thought Is A Rose, You Are A Rose Garden; And If It Is A Thistle, You Are Fuel For The Fire.

Join The Community Of Saints And Know The Delight Of Your Own Soul. Enter The Ruins Of Your Heart And Learn The Meaning Of Humility.