Drink From The Presence Of Saints, Not

The Unseen Presence Keeps Saying To Us, ‘you Are Joy!’

An Eye Is Meant To See Things. The Soul Is Here For Its Own Joy. A Head Has One Use: For Loving A True Love. Feet: To Chase After. Love Is For Vanishing Into The Sky. The Mind, For Learning What Men Have Done And Tried To Do. Mysteries Are Not To Be Solved: The Eye Goes Blind When It Only Wants To See Why. A Lover Is Always Accused Of Something. But When He Finds His Love, Whatever Was Lost In The Looking Comes Back Completely Changed.

What Hurts The Soul? To Live Without Tasting The Water Of Its Own Essence.

A Circle Of Lovely, Quiet People Becomes The Ring On My Finger.

The Breeze At Dawn Has Secrets To Tell You. Don't Go Back To Sleep.