O Tongue You Are An Endless Treasure.

What Hurts The Soul? To Live Without Tasting The Water Of Its Own Essence.

There Cannot Be Self-restraint In The Absence Of Desire: When There Is No Adversary, What Avails Thy Courage? Hark, Do Not Castrate Thyself, Do Not Become A Monk: Chastity Depends On The Existence Of Lust.

The Heart Of The Matter Is Soul, Nothing Else.

Stop Acting So Small. You Are The Universe In Ecstatic Motion.

From The Distance You Only See My Light; Come Closer And You Will Know That I Am You.