What You Have Despised In Yourself As

The Water In The Stream May Have Changed Many Times, But The Reflection Of The Moon And The Stars Remains The Same.

You Are An Ocean In A Drop Of Dew, All The Universes In A Thin Sack Of Blood. What Are These Pleasures Then, These Joys, These Worlds That You Keep Reaching For, Hoping They Will Make You More Alive?

Listen, Open A Window To God And Begin To Delight Yourself By Gazing Upon Him Through The Opening.

A Seeker Of Truth Looks Beyond The Apparent And Contemplates The Hidden.

Who Says The Eternal Being Does Not Exist? Who Says The Sun Has Gone Out? Someone Who Climbs Up On The Roof And Closes His Eyes Tight, And Says, I Don't See Anything.