The Hurt You Embrace Becomes Joy.

Dancing Is When You Rise Above Both Worlds, Tearing Your Heart To Pieces & Giving Up Your Soul

Prayer Clears The Mist And Brings Back Peace To The Soul . . .

The Minute I Heard My First Love Story, I Started Looking For You, Not Knowing How Blind That Was. Lovers Don't Finally Meet Somewhere. They're In Each Other All Along.

People Are Distracted By Objects Of Desire, And Afterwards Repent Of The Lust They've Indulged, Because They Have Indulged With A Phantom And Are Left Even Farther From Reality Than Before. Your Desire For The Illusory Is A Wing, By Means Of Which A Seeker Might Ascend To Reality. When You Have Indulged A Lust, Your Wing Drops Off; You Become Lame And That Fantasy Flees. Preserve The Wing And Don't Indulge Such Lust, So That The Wing Of Desire May Bear You To Paradise. People Fancy They Are Enjoying Themselves, But They Are Really Tearing Out Their Wings For The Sake Of An Illusion.

One Of The Marvels Of The World: The Sight Of A Soul Sitting In Prison With The Key In Its Hand.