As You Live Deeper In

I Should Sell My Tongue And Buy A Thousand Ears When That One Steps Near And Begins To Speak.

You Have Mourned Over Others; Now Sit Down For A While And Weep Over Your Own Self.

What? Are You Still Pretending You Are Separate From The Beloved?

The Sky Will Bow Down To Your Beauty, If You Do.

One Drop Of That Ocean Is Hope, And The Rest Is Fear.