The Moon Stays Bright When

Keep Digging Your Well. Water Is There Somewhere.

And Patience Flees My Heart, And Reason Flees My Mind. Oh, How Drunk Can I Get To Be, Without Your Love's Security?

Poems Are Rough Notations For The Music We Are.

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.

They Are The Chosen Ones Who Have Surrendered ... Once They Were Particles Of Light Now They Are The Radiant Sun!