Love Is The Reality, And Poetry Is

There Is A Void In Your Soul, Ready To Be Filled. You Feel It, Don't You? You Feel The Separation From The Beloved. Invite Him To Fill You Up, Embrace The Fire.

Don't Turn Away. Keep Your Gaze On The Bandaged Place. That's Where The Light Enters You.

I Have Lived On The Lip Of Insanity, Wanting To Know Reasons, Knocking On A Door. It Opens. I've Been Knocking From The Inside.

What Can I Do My Friends, If I Do Not Know? I Am Neither Christian Nor Jew, Nor Muslim Nor Hindu. What Can I Do? What Can I Do? Not Of The East, Nor Of The West, Nor Of The Land, Nor Of The Sea, Not Of Nature's Essence, Nor Of Circling Heavens. What Could I Be?

Even When You Tear Its Petals Off One After Another, The Rose Keeps Laughing And Doesn’t Bend In Pain. “why Should I Be Afflicted Because Of A Thorn? It Is The Thorn Which Taught Me How To Laugh.” Whatever You Lost Through Fate, Be Certain That It Saved You From Pain.