Is it really so that the one I love is everywhere?
I have been a seeker and I still am, but I stopped asking the books and the stars. I started listening to the teaching of my Soul.
He is like a man using a candle to look for the sun
I am neither of the East nor of the West, no boundaries exist within my breast.
My lips got lost on the way to the kiss - that's how drunk I was.
To love is human. To feel pain is human. Yet to still love despite the pain is pure angel.