You Knock At The Door Of Reality.

A Craftsman Pulled A Reed From The Reedbed, Cut Holes In It, And Called It A Human Being. Since Then, It's Been Wailing A Tender Agony Of Parting, Never Mentioning The Skill That Gave It Life As A Flute

I Am In Love With Love And Love Is In Love With Me. My Body Is In Love With The Soul And The Soul Is In Love With My Body. I Opened My Arms To Love And Love Embraced Me Like A Lover.

There’s Nothing Left Of Me. I’m Like A Ruby Held Up To The Sunrise. Is It Still A Stone, Or A World Made Of Redness? It Has No Resistance To Sunlight.

The Way To Heaven Is Within. Shake The Wings Of Love-when Love's Wings Have Become Strong, There Is No Need To Trouble About A Ladder.

There Is Something To Be Said For Anyone Who Sits Alone With Dignity And Silently Begs For God.