Let soul speak with the silent articulation of a face.

I, you, he, she, we In the garden of mystic lovers, these are not true distinctions.

Whoever travels without a guide, needs two hundred years for a two-day journey.

Treasures and armies do not make a king. A true king is a king within himself.

Pure souls, didn’t I tell you not to be seduced by this colorful world for I am the Ultimate Painter.

I look into your eyes & see the universe not yet born.

Let yourself become living poetry.