All That Produces Longing In

In The Eyes Of A Seer, Every Leaf Of A Tree Is A Page Of The Holy Book And Contains Divine Revelation.

He Who Once Burns His Mouth On The Hot Soup, Blows Even The Buttermilk.

Before Making Peace, War Is Necessary, And That War Must Be Made With Our Self. Our Worst Enemy Is Our Self: Our Faults, Our Weaknesses, Our Limitations. And Our Mind Is Such A Traitor! What Does It? It Covers Our Faults Even From Our Own Eyes, And Points Out To Us The Reason For All Our Difficulties: Others! So It Constantly Deludes Us, Keeping Us Unaware Of The Real Enemy, And Pushes Us Towards Those Others To Fight Them, Showing Them To Us As Our Enemies.

The Gardener Uses Both Roses In The Flowerbed And Thorns In Making Fences.

Love That Ends Is The Shadow Of Love; True Love Is Without Beginning Or End.