When A Man Makes Up

True Beauty Is A Ray That Springs From The Sacred Depths Of The Soul, And Illuminates The Body, Just As Life Springs From The Kernel Of A Stone And Gives Colour And Scent To A Flower.

Doubt Is A Precipice On The Way To God. Blessed Is He Who Is Freed From Its Bonds. He Who Fares Without Any Doubt, Adhere To His Footprints If You Do Not Know The Way. Cleave To The Footprints Of The Deer And Advance With Care That You May Reach The Musk-gland. By Means Of Such Trekking, Even If You Walk On Fire, You Will Reach The Luminous Peak.

When Water Gets Caught In Habitual Whirlpools, Dig A Way Out Through The Bottom Of The Ocean.

Like A Shadow, I Am And I Am Not.

Ecstatic Love Is An Ocean, And The Milky Way Is A Flake Of Foam Floating On It.