No Sickness Worse Than Imagining Thyself To

I Cannot Stop Asking. If I Could Taste One Sip Of An Answer, I Could Break Out Of This Prison For Drunks.

We Are As The Flute, And The Music In Us Is From Thee; We Are As The Mountain And The Echo In Us Is From Thee.

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.

A Heart Filled With Love Is Like A Phoenix That No Cage Can Imprison.

Everyone Sees The Unseen In Proportion To The Clarity Of His Heart, And That Depends Upon How Much He Has Polished It. Whoever Has Polished It More Sees More - More Unseen Forms Become Manifest To Him.