The Earth turns to Gold, in the hands of the wise.

I am so close, I may look distant. So completely mixed with you, I may look separate. So out in the open, I appear hidden. So silent, because I am constantly talking with you.

In the house of lovers, the music never stops, the walls are made of songs & the floor dances

Once the seed of faith takes root, it cannot be blown away, even by the strongest wind - Now that’s a blessing.

I have been so naughted in Thy Love's existence that my nonexistence is a thousand times sweeter than my existence

I am bewildered by the magnificence of your beauty; and wish to see you with a hundred eyes . . . I am in the house of mercy, and my heart is a place of prayer.

For only when faithfulness turns to betrayal And betrayal into trust Can any human being become part of the truth.