He Whose Intellect Overcomes His Lust Is

The Soul: A Wide Listening Sky With Thousands Of Candles.

Your Happy Songs Bring To Me The Scent Of Heaven. Please Keep Singing!

Today I Am Wise, So I Am Changing Myself.

Oh You, Unceasing Sun, To Me Your Particles Communicate The Luminous Essence Of God, Are You Our God? I Do Not Know. Intoxicated, I Say Nought, Bewitched By The Magic Potion. I Cannot Differentiate Between My Drunk And Sober State.

Sometimes The Shadow Stays Next To The Light. Sometimes It Disappears Into The Light