Through love all that is bitter will be sweet.

You left and I cried tears of blood. My sorrow grows. Its not just that You left. But when You left my eyes went with You. Now, how will I cry?

Doing as others told me, I was Blind. Coming when others called me, I was Lost. Then I left everyone, myself as well. Then I found Everyone, Myself as well.

Every prophet and every saint has a way, But all lead to God. All ways are really one.

Some nights stay up till dawn, as the moon sometimes does for the sun. Be a full bucket pulled up the dark way of a well, then lifted out into light.

Joy lives concealed in grief.

One drop of that ocean is Hope, and the rest is fear.