The Soul Is Here For Its Own

At Night, I Open The Window And Ask The Moon To Come And Press Its Face Against Mine. Breathe Into Me. Close The Language-door And Open The Love-window. The Moon Won't Use The Door, Only The Window.

If Thou Wilt Be Observant And Vigilant, Thou Wilt See At Every Moment The Response To Thy Action. Be Observant If Thou Wouldst Have A Pure Heart, For Something Is Born To Thee In Consequence Of Every Action.

Love, The Supreme Musician, Is Always Playing In Our Souls

I Looked In Temples Churches And Mosques. But I Found The Divine Within My Heart.

Everything You See Has Its Roots In The Unseen World. The Forms May Change, Yet The Essence Remains The Same.