I Do Not Know Who Lives Here

Criticism Polishes My Mirror.

Know That The Mirror Of The Heart Is Boundless. . . Here, Opinions Become Silent, Otherwise They Will Lead You Into Errors. . . For The Heart Is Sacred - Even More The Heart Is Sacredness Itself.

In The Orchard And Rose Garden I Long To See Your Face. In The Taste Of Sweetness I Long To Kiss Your Lips. In The Shadows Of Passion I Long For Your Love.

Then Outwardly You Are The Small Universe! Then Inwardly You Are The Great Universe.

The Sweetness And Delights Of The Resting-place Are In Proportion To The Pain Endured On The Journey. Only When You Suffer The Pangs And Tribulations Of Exile Will You Truly Enjoy Your Homecoming.