I Have Been A Seeker And I

Is Your Face A Beautiful Blossom Or A Sweet Torture? I Have No Complaints But My Heart Is Tempted To Let You Hear Of Its Sorrows.

When We Talk About God, We’re Like A School Of Fish, Discussing The Possible Existence Of The Sea.

Ecstatic Love Is An Ocean, And The Milky Way Is A Flake Of Foam Floating On It.

If Your Eyes Are Opened, You'll See The Things Worth Seeing.

A Wealth You Cannot Imagine Flows Through You. Do Not Consider What Strangers Say. Be Secluded In Your Secret Heart-house, That Bowl Of Silence.