We Are Even Higher Than The Heavens,

I Merged So Completely With Love, And Was So Fused, That I Became Love And Love Became Me.

Beauty Is The Garden Scent Of Roses, Murmuring Water Flowing Gently...can Words Describe The Indescribable?

Whoever's Calm And Sensible Is Insane!

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.

Through Love The Devil Becomes An Angel. Through Love Stones Become Soft As Butter. Through Love Grief Is Like Delight. Through Love Demons Become The Servants Of God.