Dance, And Make Joyous The

When We Talk About God, We’re Like A School Of Fish, Discussing The Possible Existence Of The Sea.

What Shall I Say, O Muslims, I Know Not Myself, I Am Neither A Christian, Nor A Jew, Nor A Zoroastrian, Nor A Muslim.

You Run Back And Forth Listening For Unusual Events, Peering Into The Faces Of Travelers. "why Are You Looking At Me Like A Madman?" I Have Lost A Friend. Please Forgive Me.

Rub Your Eyes, And Look Again At Love, With Love.

Are You Searching For Your Soul? Then Come Out Of Your Own Prison.