Because I Cannot Sleep I Make Music

That Hurt We Embrace Becomes Joy. Call It To Your Arms Where It Can Change.

To Find The Beloved, You Must Become The Beloved.

You Have Been A Prisoner Of A Little Pond I Am The Ocean And Its Turbulent Flood Come Merge With Me Leave This World Of Ignorance

Love Risks Everything And Asks For Nothing.

Doubt Is A Precipice On The Way To God. Blessed Is He Who Is Freed From Its Bonds. He Who Fares Without Any Doubt, Adhere To His Footprints If You Do Not Know The Way. Cleave To The Footprints Of The Deer And Advance With Care That You May Reach The Musk-gland. By Means Of Such Trekking, Even If You Walk On Fire, You Will Reach The Luminous Peak.