The Heart Has Its Own Language. The

In The Friend-place Nothing True Can Be Said. Let Me Just Be Here.

Pour Out Wine Till I Become A Wanderer From Myself; For In Selfhood And Existence I Have Felt Only Fatigue.

Now Be Silent. Let The One Who Creates The Words Speak. He Made The Door. He Made The Lock. He Also Made The Key.

Joy Lives Concealed In Grief.

Dear Soul, Don't Set A High Value On Someone Before They Deserve It; You Either Lose Them Or Ruin Yourself...!