Be Full Of Sorrow, That You May

Remember God So Much That You Are Forgotten.

In Winter The Bare Boughs That Seem To Sleep Work Covertly, Preparing For Their Spring.

When Love First Tasted The Lips Of Being Human, It Started Singing.

Whatever You Are Looking For Can Only Be Found Inside Of You.

Everyone Sees The Unseen In Proportion To The Clarity Of His Heart, And That Depends Upon How Much He Has Polished It. Whoever Has Polished It More Sees More - More Unseen Forms Become Manifest To Him.