If I Separated Myself From You .

When Someone Is Counting Out Gold For You, Don't Look At Your Hands, Or The Gold. Look At The Giver.

I Am Not This Hair, I Am Not This Skin, I Am The Soul That Lives Within.

Every Forest Branch Moves Differently In The Breeze, But As They Sway They Connect At The Roots.

If You Want To Ascend Like The Prophet To The Sky Of Immortality, Know This Very Well: Fasting Is Your Arabian Stallion.

Don't Allow Your Animal Nature To Rule Your Reason.