Through Love Scraps Of Copper Are Turned

Actually, Your Soul And Mine Are The Same. We Appear And Disappear With Each Other.

Explanation By The Tongue Makes Most Things Clear, But Love Unexplained Is Clearer.

There Came One And Knocked At The Door Of The Beloved. And A Voice Answered And Said, 'who Is There?' The Lover Replied, 'it Is I.' 'go Hence,' Returned The Voice; 'there Is No Room Within For Thee And Me.' Then Came The Lover A Second Time And Knocked And Again The Voice Demanded, 'who Is There?' He Answered, 'it Is Thou.' 'enter,' Said The Voice, 'for I Am Within.

Don't Get Lost In Your Pain, Know That One Day Your Pain Will Become Your Cure.

Silence Is The Language Of God, All Else Is Poor Translation.