Music Is The Language Of The Spirit.

A Poet Is A Bird Of Unearthly Excellence, Who Escapes From His Celestial Realm Arrives In This World Warbling. If We Do Not Cherish Him, He Spreads His Wings And Flies Back Into His Homeland.

Your Joy Is Your Sorrow Unmasked. And The Same Well From Which Your Laughter Rises Was Oftentimes Filled With Your Tears. And How Else Can It Be? The Deeper That Sorrow Carves Into Your Being, The More Joy You Can Contain. Is Not The Cup That Holds Your Wine The Very Cup That Was Burned In The Potter's Oven? And Is Not The Lute That Soothes Your Spirit, The Very Wood That Was Hollowed With Knives?

But Let There Be Spaces In Your Togetherness And Let The Winds Of The Heavens Dance Between You. Love One Another But Make Not A Bond Of Love: Let It Rather Be A Moving Sea Between The Shores Of Your Souls.

Tenderness And Kindness Are Not Signs Of Weakness And Despair, But Manifestations Of Strength And Resolution.

The Just Is Close To The People's Heart, But The Merciful Is Close To The Heart Of God.