Your Eyelashes Will Write On My Heart

Seek The Sound That Never Ceases. Seek The Sun That Never Sets.

Words Are A Pretext. It Is The Inner Bond That Draws One Person To Another, Not Words.

Someone Who Goes With A Half A Loaf Of Bread To A Small Place That Fits Like A Nest Around Him, Someone Who Wants No More, Who Is Not Himself Longed For By Anyone Else. He Is A Letter To Everyone. You Open It. It Says, Live.

Body Is Not Veiled From Soul, Neither Soul From Body, Yet No Man Hath Ever Seen A Soul.

Fasting Blinds The Body In Order To Open The Eyes Of Your Soul.