Poverty Is Not For The Sake Of

No One Can Tell If I’m Laughing Or Weeping. I Wonder Myself.

Love Possesses Seven Hundred Wings, And Each One Extends From The Highest Heaven To The Lowest Earth.

When The Rose Is Gone And The Garden Faded You Will No Longer Hear The Nightingale's Song. The Beloved Is All; The Lover Just A Veil. The Beloved Is Living; The Lover A Dead Thing. If Love Withholds Its Strengthening Care, The Lover Is Left Like A Bird Without Care, The Lover Is Left Like A Bird Without Wings. How Will I Be Awake And Aware If The Light Of The Beloved Is Absent? Love Wills That This Word Be Brought Forth.

Let Yourself Be Silently Drawn By The Stronger Pull Of What You Really Love. In The Depths There Is A Spring With All The Water Your Heart Is Thirsty For.

The Angel Is Free Because Of His Knowledge, The Beast Because Of His Ignorance. Between The Two Remains The Son Of Man To Struggle.