The Heart Of The Matter Is Soul,

Love Said To Me, There Is Nothing That Is Not Me. Be Silent.

Everything Is Emptiness. Everything Else, Accidental. Emptiness Brings Peace To Your Loving. Everything Else, Disease. In This World Of Trickery, Emptiness Is What Your Soul Wants.

Submit To A Daily Practice. Your Loyalty To That Is A Ring At The Door. Keep Knocking, And The Joy Inside Will Eventually Open A Window And Look Out To See Who's There.

You Are The Essence Of The Essence, The Intoxication Of Love. I Long To Sing Your Praises But Stand Mute With The Agony Of Wishing In My Heart !

I Cannot Sleep In Your Presence In Your Absence, Tears Prevent Me You Watch Me My Beloved On Each Sleepiness Night And Only You See The Difference