The Images We Create Could Turn Into

Love Is The House Of God And You Are Living In That House.

Your Radiance Shines In Every Atom Of Creation Yet Our Petty Desires Keep It Hidden.

If You Find The Mirror Of The Heart Dull, The Rust Has Not Been Cleared From Its Face.

There Is Only One Search: Wandering... No Dogma And No Heresy.

I Wonder From These Thousand Of "me's", Which One Am I? Listen To My Cry, Do Not Drown My Voice I Am Completely Filled With The Thought Of You. Don't Lay Broken Glass On My Path I Will Crush It Into Dust. I Am Nothing, Just A Mirror In The Palm Of Your Hand, Reflecting Your Kindness, Your Sadness, Your Anger. If You Were A Blade Of Grass Or A Tiny Flower I Will Pitch My Tent In Your Shadow. Only Your Presence Revives My Withered Heart. You Are The Candle That Lights The Whole World And I Am An Empty Vessel For Your Light. Rumi - "hidden Music