I Drank Water From Your Spring And

With Every Breath, I Plant The Seeds Of Devotion, I Am A Farmer Of The Heart.

Beauty Surrounds Us, But Usually We Need To Be Walking In A Garden To Know It. Rumi, Attributed, Conquest Of Abundance: A Tale Of Abstraction Versus The Richness Of Being Don't Grieve. Anything You Lose Comes Round In Another Form.

You Moan, "she Left Me." "he Left Me," Twenty More Will Come.

There Is A City In Which You Find Everything You Desire-handsome People, Pleasures, Ornaments Of Every Kind-all That The Natural Person Craves. However, You Cannot Find A Single Wise Person There.

Tender Words We Spoke To One Another Are Sealed In The Secret Vaults Of Heaven. One Day Like Rain, They Will Fall To Earth And Grow Green All Over The World.