My Place Is Placeless, A Trace Of

The Intellectual Quest, Though Fine As Pearl Or Coral, Is Not The Spiritual Search. That Spiritual Search Is On Another Level. Spiritual Wine Is A Different Substance.

The Heart Is Like A Candle, Longing To Be Lit!

Love Rests On No Foundation. It Is An Endless Ocean, With No Beginning Or End.

Don't Run Away From Grief, O’ Soul/ Look For The Remedy Inside The Pain/ Because The Rose Came From The Thorn/ And The Ruby Came From A Stone.

Whoever Finds Love Beneath Hurt And Grief Disappears Into Emptiness With A Thousand New Disguises