God Writes Spiritual Mysteries On Our Heart,

Your Defects Are The Ways That Glory Gets Manifested ... That's Where The Light Enters You.

Beauty Surrounds Us, But Usually We Need To Be Walking In A Garden To Know It.

Silence Is An Ocean. Speech Is A River. When The Ocean Is Searching For You, Don't Walk Into The Language-river. Listen To The Ocean, And Bring Your Talky Business To An End. Traditional Words Are Just Babbling In That Presence, And Babbling Is A Substitute For Sight.

Love Alone Can Explain The Mysteries Of Love.

I Have Been So Naughted In Thy Love's Existence That My Nonexistence Is A Thousand Times Sweeter Than My Existence