The Hurt You Embrace Becomes Joy.

I Have No Companion But Love, No Beginning, No End, No Dawn. The Soul Calls From Within Me: 'you, Ignorant Of The Way Of Love, Set Me Free.'

I Am So Close, I May Look Distant.

The Lover Is Ever Drunk With Love. He Is Mad. She Is Free. He Sings With Delight. She Dances In Ecstasy. Caught By Our Own Thoughts, We Worry About Everything. But Once We Get Drunk On That Love Whatever Will Be, Will Be.

I Will Be Waiting Here.... For Your Silence To Break, For Your Soul To Shake, For Your Love To Wake!

If You Wish To Shine Like Day, Burn Up The Night Of Self-existence. Dissolve In The Being Who Is Everything.