I Should Be Suspicious Of What I

The Body Is A Device To Calculate The Astronomy Of The Spirit. Look Through That Astrolabe And Become Oceanic.

Birdsong Brings Relief To My Longing. I Am Just As Ecstatic As They Are, But With Nothing To Say.

You Rave About The Holy Place (masjid Al-haram) And Say You've Visited God's Garden But Where Is Your Bunch Of Flowers? There Is Some Merit In The Suffering You Have Endured But What A Pity You Have Not Discovered The Makkah Thats Inside

Your Eyes Are Even Smaller, Yet They Behold The World.

In This Earth, In This Immaculate Field, We Shall Not Plant Any Seeds Except For Compassion, Except For Love.