I Lost My Hat While Gazing At

Many Have Been Led Astray By The Qur'an: By Clinging To That Rope Many Have Fallen Into The Well. There Is No Fault In The Rope, O Perverse Man, For It Was You Who Had No Desire To Reach The Top.

I Closed My Mouth And Spoke To You In A Hundred Silent Ways.

Beauty Surrounds Us, But Usually We Need To Be Walking In A Garden To Know It.

Enough Of These Phrases, Conceit And Metaphors, I Want Burning, Burning, Burning.

The World Is A Mountain, In Which Your Words Are Echoed Back To You.