O Beloved, Where Is The Beloved?

Love Is The Reality, And Poetry Is The Drum.

Anyone Who Knows Me, Should Learn To Know Me Again; For I Am Like The Moon, You Will See Me With New Face Everyday.

Love Is The House Of God And You Are Living In That House.

I Come To You Without Me, Come To Me Without You.

The Body Itself Is To Reveal The Light That's Blazing Inside Your Presence.