My Souls Sits In Silence, And Then

We Are The Sun With All The Different Kinds Of Light.

The Thirsty Look For Water, But Water Also Looks For Thirsty.

On The Path Of Love We Are Neither Masters Nor The Owners Of Our Lives. We Are Only A Brush In The Hand Of The Master Painter.

The Same Wind That Uproots Trees Makes The Grass Shine. The Lordly Wind Loves The Weakness And The Lowness Of Grasses. Never Brag Of Being Strong. The Axe Doesn't Worry How Thick The Branches Are. It Cuts Them To Pieces. But Not The Leaves. It Leaves The Leaves Alone.

Your Task Is Not To Seek For Love, But Merely To Seek And Find All The Barriers Within Yourself That You Have Built Against It.