Your breath upon the wind shall surely lodge within some breast. Ask not whose breast it is. See only that the breath itself be pure.
Mikhail NaimyNo love is Love that subjugates the Lover. No love is Love that feeds on flesh and blood. No love is Love that draws a woman to a man only to breed more women and men and thus perpetuate their bondage to the flesh.
Mikhail NaimyOften you shall think your road impassable, sombre and companionless. Have will and plod along; and round each curve you shall find a new companion.
Mikhail NaimyTo feed on death is to become food for death. To live by other's pain is to become a prey for pain. So has decreed the omni-will. Know that and choose your course !
Mikhail Naimy