Lovers Don't Meet In The End, They

Rise Up Nimbly And Go On Your Strange Journey To The Ocean Of Meanings.... Leave And Don't Look Away From The Sun As You Go, In Whose Light You're Sometimes Crescent, Sometimes Full.

I Wonder From These Thousand Of "me's", Which One Am I? Listen To My Cry, Do Not Drown My Voice I Am Completely Filled With The Thought Of You. Don't Lay Broken Glass On My Path I Will Crush It Into Dust. I Am Nothing, Just A Mirror In The Palm Of Your Hand, Reflecting Your Kindness, Your Sadness, Your Anger. If You Were A Blade Of Grass Or A Tiny Flower I Will Pitch My Tent In Your Shadow. Only Your Presence Revives My Withered Heart. You Are The Candle That Lights The Whole World And I Am An Empty Vessel For Your Light. Rumi - "hidden Music

The Desire To Know Your Own Soul Will End All Other Desires.

Joy Lives Concealed In Grief.

Were There No Men Of Vision, All Who Are Blind Would Be Dead.