The Envier Praises Me Unknowingly.

This For God And This For Myself; This For My Soul, And This Other For My Body?

If You Cannot Work With Love But Only With Distaste, It Is Better That You Should Leave Your Work.

You Would Know The Secret Of Death. But How Shall You Find It Unless You Seek It In The Heath Of Life? The Owl Whose Night-bound Eyes Are Blind Unto The Day Cannot Unveil The Mystery Of Light. If You Would Indeed Behold The Spirit Of Death, Open Your Heart Wide Unto The Body Of Life. For Life And Death Are One, Even As The River And Sea Are One. For What Is It To Die But To Stand Naked In The Wind And To Melt Into The Sun?

And Ever Has It Been Known That Love Knows Not Its Own Depth Until The Hour Of Separation.

The Just Is Close To The People's Heart, But The Merciful Is Close To The Heart Of God.