I Am A Drunkard From

I Want To Be Where Your Bare Foot Walks, Because Maybe Before You Step, You'll Look At The Ground. I Want That Blessing

When You See Anyone Complaining Of Such And Such A Person's Ill-nature And Bad Temper, Know That The Complainant Is Bad-tempered, Forasmuch As He Speaks Ill Of That Bad-tempered Person, Because He Alone Is Good-tempered Who Is Quietly Forbearing Towards The Bad-tempered And Ill-natured.

Inside You There's An Artist You Don't Know About.

I Am Not From East Or West Not Up From The Ground Or Out Of The Ocean My Place Is Placeless A Trace Of The Traceless I Belong To The Beloved

I Wish I Could Give You A Taste Of The Burning Fire Of Love. There Is A Fire Blazing Inside Of Me. If I Cry About It, Or If I Don’t, The Fire Is At Work, Night And Day.