This Dance Is The Joy Of Existence.

The Lovers Of God Have No Religion But God Alone.

This Poetry. I Never Know What I'm Going To Say.

This Is A Gathering Of Lovers. In This Gathering There Is No High, No Low, No Smart, No Ignorant, No Special Assembly, No Grand Discourse, No Proper Schooling Required. There Is No Master, No Disciple. This Gathering Is More Like A Drunken Party, Full Of Tricksters, Fools, Mad Men And Mad Women. This Is A Gathering Of Lovers.

Everything That You Want, You Are Already That.

I Wish I Could Give You A Taste Of The Burning Fire Of Love. There Is A Fire Blazing Inside Of Me. If I Cry About It, Or If I Don’t, The Fire Is At Work, Night And Day.