What A Joy, To Travel The Way

Because Of Your Love I Have Broken With My Past

Suffering Is A Gift; In Its Hidden Mercy

What Is The Heart? It Is Not Human And It Is Not Imaginary. I Call It You.

When It's Cold And Raining,you Are More Beautiful.and The Snow Brings Meeven Closer To Your Lipsthe Inner Secret, That Which Was Never Born,you Are That Freshness, And I Am With You Now.i Can't Explain The Goings,or The Comings. You Enter Suddenly,and I Am Nowhere Again.inside The Majesty

Pilgrimage To The Place Of The Wise Is To Find Escape From The Flame Of Separateness.