Love Said To Me, There Is Nothing

Iron Was Black And Sheenless, But Cleansing And Polishing Washed Away Its Blackness.

At Every Instant And From Every Side, Resounds The Call Of Love: We Are Going To Sky, Who Wants To Come With Us? We Have Gone To Heaven, We Have Been The Friends Of The Angels, And Now We Will Go Back There, For There Is Our Country.

Open Your Arms If You Want The Beloved's Embrace.

Why Are You Knocking At Every Door ? Go, Knock At The Door Of Your Own Heart.

Most People Guard Against Going Into The Fire, And So End Up In It.