That Which God Said To The Rose,

This Is A Gathering Of Lovers. In This Gathering There Is No High, No Low, No Smart, No Ignorant, No Special Assembly, No Grand Discourse, No Proper Schooling Required. There Is No Master, No Disciple. This Gathering Is More Like A Drunken Party, Full Of Tricksters, Fools, Mad Men And Mad Women. This Is A Gathering Of Lovers.

Lots Of Ways To Reach God, I Chose Love.

How Far Is The Light Of The Moon From The Moon? How Far Is The Taste Of Candy From The Lip?

Your Thoughts Are A Veil On The Face Of The Moon. That Moon Is Your Heart, And Those Thoughts Cover Your Heart. So Let Them Go, Just Let Them Fall Into The Water.

When Something Goes Wrong, Accuse Yourself First. Even The Wisdom Of Plato Or Solomon Can Wobble And Go Blind