Let Silence speak to you about the secrets of the universe.

This that is tormented and very tired, tortured with restraints like a madman, this heart.

The water in the stream may have changed many times, but the reflection of the moon and the stars remains the same.

We may know who we are or we may not. We may be Muslims, Jews or Christians but until our hearts become the mould for every heart we will see only our differences.

Stay with friends who support you in these. Talk with them about sacred texts, and how you are doing, and how they are doing, and keep your practices together.

LOVE will lay a carpet of treasures under your feet.

The art of knowing is knowing what to ignore.