When Inward Tenderness Finds The Secret Hurt,

When I Say The Word You, I Mean A Hundred Universes.

This Is Love: To Fly Toward A Secret Sky, To Cause A Hundred Veils To Fall Each Moment. First, To Let Go Of Life. In The End, To Take A Step Without Feet; To Regard This World As Invisible, And To Disregard What Appears To Be The Self. Heart, I Said, What A Gift It Has Been To Enter This Circle Of Lovers, To See Beyond Seeing Itself, To Reach And Feel Within The Breast.

If You Wish Mercy, Show Mercy To The Weak.

God (in His Mercy) Accepts False Coin.

Don't Regret What's Happened. If It's In The Past, Let It Go. Don't Even Remember It!