Your Way Begins At The Other Side.

Oh You, Unceasing Sun, To Me Your Particles Communicate The Luminous Essence Of God, Are You Our God? I Do Not Know. Intoxicated, I Say Nought, Bewitched By The Magic Potion. I Cannot Differentiate Between My Drunk And Sober State.

I Am Your Own Voice Echoing Off The Walls Of God

Never Be Without Remembrance Of Him, For His Remembrance Gives Strength And Wings To The Bird Of The Spirit.

You Don't See Your Own Face, Your Own Beauty Yet, No Face Is More Beautiful Than Yours.......... .

Like A Sculptor, If Necessary, Carve A Friend Out Of Stone. Realize That Your Inner Sight Is Blind And Try To See A Treasure In Everyone.