Dear Soul, Don't Set A High Value

You Rave About The Holy Place (masjid Al-haram) And Say You've Visited God's Garden But Where Is Your Bunch Of Flowers? There Is Some Merit In The Suffering You Have Endured But What A Pity You Have Not Discovered The Makkah Thats Inside

The Soul Which Cannot Endure Fire And Smoke Won't Find The Secret.

I Am Part Of The Load Not Rightly Balanced . . .

Be Watchful - The Grace Of God Appears Suddenly. It Comes Without Warning To An Open Heart.

I Am Weary Of Personal Worrying, In Love With The Art Of Madness.