Suffering Is A Gift; In

The Sweetness And Delights Of The Resting-place Are In Proportion To The Pain Endured On The Journey. Only When You Suffer The Pangs And Tribulations Of Exile Will You Truly Enjoy Your Homecoming.

Be Patient, Even If Every Possibility Seems Closed.

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

I Drank That Wine Of Which The Soul Is Its Vessel. Its Ecstasy Has Stolen My Intellect Away. A Light Came And Kindled A Flame In The Depth Of My Soul. A Light So Radiant That The Sun Orbits Around It Like A Butterfly.

What Does This Patch-sewing Mean You Ask? Eating And Drinking. The Heavy Cloak Of The Body Is Always Getting Torn. You Patch It With Food And Other Ego-satisfactions.