Close The Language-door, And Open The Love-window

When The Rose Is Gone And The Garden Faded You Will No Longer Hear The Nightingale's Song. The Beloved Is All; The Lover Just A Veil. The Beloved Is Living; The Lover A Dead Thing. If Love Withholds Its Strengthening Care, The Lover Is Left Like A Bird Without Care, The Lover Is Left Like A Bird Without Wings. How Will I Be Awake And Aware If The Light Of The Beloved Is Absent? Love Wills That This Word Be Brought Forth.

Raise Your Words, Not Your Voice.

All Religions, All This Singing, One Song. The Differences Are Just Illusion And Vanity. The Sun’s Light Looks A Little Different On This Wall Than It Does On That Wall, And A Lot Different On This Other One, But It’s Still One Light.

Sunlight Fell Upon The Wall; The Wall Received A Borrowed Splendor. Why Set Your Heart On A Piece Of Earth, O Simple One? Seek Out The Source Which Shines Forever.

The Illuminated Life Can Happen Now, In The Moments Left. Die To Your Ego, And Become A True Human Being.