Don't Seek The Water; Get Thirst.

On The Path Of Love We Are Neither Masters Nor The Owners Of Our Lives. We Are Only A Brush In The Hand Of The Master Painter.

Your Name Is Upon My Tongue Your Image Is In My Sight Your Memory Is In My Heart Where Can I Send These Words That I Write ?

Stop Searching Here And There, The Jewels Are Inside You.

I, You, He, She, We In The Garden Of Mystic Lovers, These Are Not True Distinctions.

Whatever You Are Looking For Can Only Be Found Inside Of You.