Whatever Purifies You Is The

I Drank Water From Your Spring And Felt The Current Take Me.

Even When Tied In A Thousand Knots, The String Is Still But One.

Love Means To Reach For The Sky And With Every Breath To Tear A Hundred Veils. Love Means To Step Away From The Ego, To Open The Eyes Of Inner Vision And Not To Take This World So Seriously

There Is No Worse Sickness For The Soul, O You Who Are Proud, Than This Pretense Of Perfection.

There’s Nothing Left Of Me. I’m Like A Ruby Held Up To The Sunrise. Is It Still A Stone, Or A World Made Of Redness? It Has No Resistance To Sunlight.