Even Though You Tie A Hundred Knots,

And He Misses Her Like A Wind Starved Sail He Sits Knowing What Direction To Go But The Current Keeps Pulling Him Down River.

When The Rose Is Gone And The Garden Faded You Will No Longer Hear The Nightingale's Song. The Beloved Is All; The Lover Just A Veil. The Beloved Is Living; The Lover A Dead Thing. If Love Withholds Its Strengthening Care, The Lover Is Left Like A Bird Without Care, The Lover Is Left Like A Bird Without Wings. How Will I Be Awake And Aware If The Light Of The Beloved Is Absent? Love Wills That This Word Be Brought Forth.

In The Blackest Of Your Moments, Wait With No Fear.

I Am Merely A Guest, Born In This World To Know The Secrets That Lie Beyond It.

Whatever You Are Looking For Can Only Be Found Inside Of You.