Lots Of Ways To Reach God, I

I Would Love To Kiss You. The Price Of Kissing Is Your Life.

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.

I Sail With You On The Ocean Of My Dreams To A Far Away Distant Place Of Great Beauty And Tranquility. Where Suffering And Pain Do Not Exist, Where We Give Praises For Our Joy And Happiness, Where Our Love Interwines With Love For All Things.

The Sweetness And Delights Of The Resting-place Are In Proportion To The Pain Endured On The Journey. Only When You Suffer The Pangs And Tribulations Of Exile Will You Truly Enjoy Your Homecoming.

Sometimes We Plan A Trip To One Place, But Something Takes Us To Another