Your Happy Songs Bring To Me The

Allah Made The Illusion Look Real And The Real An Illusion. He Concealed The Sea And Made The Foam Visible, The Wind Invisible, And The Dust Manifest. You See The Dust Whirling, But How Can The Dust Rise By Itself? You See The Foam, But Not The Ocean. Invoke Him With Deeds, Not Words; For Deeds Are Real And Will Save You In The Infinite-life.

Feel The Delight Of Walking In The Noisy Street And Being The Noise.

The Soul Has Been Given Its Own Ears To Hear Things Mind Does Not Understand.

We Are As The Flute, And The Music In Us Is From Thee; We Are As The Mountain And The Echo In Us Is From Thee.

Wear Gratitude Like A Cloak And It Will Feed Every Corner Of Your Life.