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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.

If You Could Get Rid Of Yourself Just Once, The Secret Of Secrets Would Open To You. The Face Of The Unknown, Hidden Beyond The Universe Would Appear On The Mirror Of Your Perception.

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

The Hurt You Embrace Becomes Joy.

If The Beautiful One Is Not Inside You, Then What Is That Light Hidden Under Your Cloak?