Don't Look For Me In

Suffering Is A Gift; In Its Hidden Mercy

Every Prophet And Every Saint Has A Way, But All Lead To God. All Ways Are Really One.

I Have One Small Drop Of Knowing In My Soul. Let It Dissolve In Your Ocean.

Even Though You Tie A Hundred Knots, The String Remains One.

God Has Allowed Some Magical Reversal To Occur, So That You See The Scorpion Pit As An Object Of Desire, And All The Beautiful Expanse Around It As Dangerous And Swarming With Snakes.