Travelers, It Is Late. Life's Sun Is

Maybe You Are Searching Among The Branches, For What Only Appears In The Roots.

What Shall I Say, O Muslims, I Know Not Myself, I Am Neither A Christian, Nor A Jew, Nor A Zoroastrian, Nor A Muslim.

Love Came.... And Became Like Blood In My Body. It Rushed Through My Veins And Encircled My Heart. Everywhere I Looked, I Saw One Thing.... Love's Name Written On My Limbs, On My Left Palm, On My Forehead, On The Back Of My Neck, On My Right Big Toe... Oh, My Friend, All That You See Of Me Is Just A Shell, And The Rest Belongs To Love.

Do You Know What You Are? You Are A Manuscript Oƒ A Divine Letter. You Are A Mirror Reflecting A Noble Face. This Universe Is Not Outside Of You. Look Inside Yourself; Everything That You Want, You Are Already That.

Look At These Worlds Spinning Out Of Nothingness. That Is Within Your Power.