Once You Have Met A True Human

A Thief Loves The Night. I Am Day. I Reveal Essences.

God Gave You Life And Bestowed Upon You His Attributes; Eventually You Will Return To Him.

The Meaning Of Poetry Has No Sureness Of Direction; Is Like The Sling, It Is Not Under Control.

Were There No Men Of Vision, All Who Are Blind Would Be Dead.

This Is Love: To Fly Toward A Secret Sky, To Cause A Hundred Veils To Fall Each Moment. First To Let Go Of Life. Finally, To Take A Step Without Feet.