Listen. Make A Way For Yourself Inside

Each Moment From All Sides Rushes To Us The Call To Love. We Are Running To Contemplate Its Vast Green Field. Do You Want To Come With Us?

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.

The Lion Who Breaks The Enemy's Ranks Is A Minor Hero Compared To The Lion Who Overcomes Himself.

Let Silence Speak To You About The Secrets Of The Universe.

With Each Passing Moment, A Soul Sets Off To Find Itself.