At The End Of My Life, With

Everything Is Emptiness. Everything Else, Accidental. Emptiness Brings Peace To Your Loving. Everything Else, Disease. In This World Of Trickery, Emptiness Is What Your Soul Wants.

A Lover Knows Only Humility, He Has No Choice. He Steals Into Your Alley At Night, He Has No Choice. He Longs To Kiss Every Lock Of Your Hair, Don't Fret, He Has No Choice. In His Frenzied Love For You, He Longs To Break The Chains Of His Imprisonment, He Has No Choice.

The Beloved Is With You In The Midst Of Your Seeking! He Holds Your Hand Wherever You Wander.

Once The Seed Of Faith Takes Root, It Cannot Be Blown Away, Even By The Strongest Wind - Now That’s A Blessing.

Longing Is The Core Of Mystery. Longing Itself Brings The Cure. The Only Rule Is, Suffer The Pain. Your Desires Must Be Disciplined And What You Want To Happen In Time, Sacrificed.