I Am The Servant Of The Qur'an

The Heart Of The Matter Is Soul, Nothing Else.

I Don't Want Learning, Or Dignity, Or Respectability. I Want This Music, And This Dawn, And The Warmth Of Your Cheek Against Mine.

We Cannot Steal The Fire. We Must Enter It.

This Is A Subtle Truth. Whatever You Love, You Are.

Inside Of Us, There's A Continual Autumn. Our Leaves Fall And Are Blown Out Over The Water.