We Cannot Steal The Fire. We Must

He Whose Intellect Overcomes His Lust Is Higher Than The Angels; He Whose Lust Overcomes His Intelligence Is Less Than An Animal.

I, You, He, She, We In The Garden Of Mystic Lovers, These Are Not True Distinctions.

Stop Learning. Start Knowing

The Agony Of Lovers Burns With The Fire Of Passion. Lovers Leave Traces Of Where They've Been. The Wailing Of Broken Hearts Is The Doorway To God.

The Light Which Shines In The Eye Is Really The Light Of The Heart.