The gates made of light swing open. You see in.
Jesus was lost in his love for God.
In Silence there is eloquence.
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.
Even though you tie a hundred knots, the string remains one.
Because the Beloved wants to know, unseen things become manifest. Hiding is the hidden purpose of creation.