You Are The Mirror Of Divine Beauty.

Inside The Great Mystery That Is, We Don't Really Own Anything. What Is This Competition We Feel Then, Before We Go, One At A Time, Through The Same Gate?

Late, By Myself, In The Boat Of Myself, No Light And No Land Anywhere, Cloudcover Thick. I Try To Stay Just Above The Surface, Yet I'm Already Under And Living Within The Ocean.

Oh My Friend, All That You See Of Me Is A Shell, The Rest Belongs To Love.

Everyone Sleeps, Except Lovers, Who Stay Awake, Telling Stories To God

Make Everything In You An Ear, Each Atom Of Your Being, And You Will Hear At Every Moment What The Source Is Whispering To You...you Are -we All Are-the Beloved Of The Beloved, And In Every Moment, In Every Event Of Your Life , The Beloved Is Whispering To You Exactly What You Need To Hear And Know. Who Can Ever Explain This Miracle? It Simply Is.