Once the seed of faith takes root, it cannot be blown away, even by the strongest wind - Now that’s a blessing.
I am a child whose teacher is LOVE surely my master won't let me grow to be a fool.
We can't help being thirsty, moving toward the voice of water. Milk drinkers draw close to the mother. Muslims, Christians, Jews, Buddhists, Hindus, shamans, everyone hears the intelligent sound and moves with thirst to meet it.
Oh lovers, where are you going? Who are you looking for? Your beloved is right here.
I have no name for what circles so perfectly.
Silence gives answers.