My Head Is Bursting With The Joy

Woman Is A Ray Of God. She Is Not That Earthly Beloved: She Is Creative, Not Created.

This Is A Subtle Truth. Whatever You Love, You Are.

I Said, O Love, Tell Me This: Does The Lord Know You Are Treating Me This Way? Love Said To Me, Yes He Does, Just Be Totally… Totally… Silent

If Your Thought Is A Rose, You Are A Rose Garden; And If It Is A Thistle, You Are Fuel For The Fire.

People Who Repress Desires Often Turn, Suddenly, Into Hypocrites.