Listen, O Drop, Give Yourself Up Without

Oh Lovers, Where Are You Going? Who Are You Looking For? Your Beloved Is Right Here.

We Are All The Same ... All The Same... Longing To Find Our Way Back ... Back To The One ... Back To The Only One!

Silence Is The Language Of God, All Else Is Poor Translation.

The Pure Heart Is A Spotless Mirror In Which Images Of Infinite Beauty Are Reflected.

The Day Is Conscious Of Itself.