Silence Is An Ocean. Speech Is A

In The Silence Between Your Heartbeat Bides A Summons. Do You Hear It? Name It If You Must, Or Leave It Forever Nameless, But Why Pretend It Is Not There?

Ecstatic Love Is An Ocean, And The Milky Way Is A Flake Of Foam Floating On It.

To Wander In The Fields Of Flowers, Pull The Thorns From Your Heart.

Because The Beloved Wants To Know, Unseen Things Become Manifest. Hiding Is The Hidden Purpose Of Creation.

Poverty Is Not For The Sake Of Hardship. No, It Is There Because Nothing Exists But Allah. Poverty Unlocks The Door - What A Blessed Key!