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In Silence There Is Eloquence. Stop Weaving And See How The Pattern Improves.

Love Is The Reality, And Poetry Is The Drum.

Spirit, Find Your Way, In Seeking Lowness Like A Stream.

Everyone Sees The Unseen In Proportion To The Clarity Of His Heart, And That Depends Upon How Much He Has Polished It. Whoever Has Polished It More Sees More - More Unseen Forms Become Manifest To Him.

When Someone Mentions The Gracefulness Of The Night Sky, Climb Up On The Roof And Dance And Say, Like This?