Those Who Have Loved Are Those That

I Don't Die... He Who Is Merged With The Omnipresent Is Never Gone.

Burn Worldly Love, Rub The Ashes And Make Ink Of It, Make The Heart The Pen, The Intellect The Writer, Write That Which Has No End Or Limit.

I Am A Song Bird, I Am A Meek Song Bird, I Offer My Prayer To The Lord.

God Is One, But He Has Innumerable Forms. He Is The Creator Of All And He Himself Takes The Human Form.

O My Heart! Love God As The Chatrik Loves The Rain Drops, Who Even When Fountains Are Full And The Land Green, Is Not Satisfied As Long As It Cannot Get A Drop Of Rain.