Dance When You're Perfectly Free.

Are You Searching For Your Soul? Then Come Out Of Your Own Prison.

Oh You, Unceasing Sun, To Me Your Particles Communicate The Luminous Essence Of God, Are You Our God? I Do Not Know. Intoxicated, I Say Nought, Bewitched By The Magic Potion. I Cannot Differentiate Between My Drunk And Sober State.

Nothing Can Nourish The Soul But Light.

They Are The Chosen Ones Who Have Surrendered ... Once They Were Particles Of Light Now They Are The Radiant Sun!

Silence Is The Language Of God, All Else Is Poor Translation.