The Quieter We Become, The

Tear Off The Mask. Your Face Is Glorious

That Moon Which The Sky Never Saw Even In Dreams Has Risen Again

Everything Has To Do With Loving And Not Loving.

If God Said, 'rumi Pay Homage To Everything That Has Helped You Enter My Arms,' There Would Not Be One Experience Of My Life, Not One Thought, Not One Feeling, Nor Any Act, I Would Not Bow To.

I Am The Glorious Sun, The Ocean Laden With Pearls. Within My Heart Is The Grandeur Of Heaven.