The Lovers Of God Never Run Out

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.

No Mirror Ever Became Iron Again; No Bread Ever Became Wheat; No Ripened Grape Ever Became Sour Fruit. Mature Yourself And Be Secure From A Change For The Worse. Become The Light.

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

My Religion Is To Be Alive From Love.

What Matters Is How Quickly You Do What Your Soul Directs.