Inside Any Deep Asking Is

To Praise The Sun Is To Praise Your Own Eyes.

Let Us Carve Gems Out Of Our Stony Hearts And Let Them Light Our Path To Love.

The Breath Of The Flute Player: Does It Belong To The Flute?

All Day I Think About It, Then At Night I Say It. Where Did I Come From, And What Am I Supposed To Be Doing? I Have No Idea. My Soul Is From Elsewhere, I’m Sure Of That,and I Intend To End Up There. Who Looks Out With My Eyes? What Is The Soul? I Cannot Stop Asking. If I Could Taste One Sip Of An Answer, I Could Break Out Of This Prison For Drunks. I Didn’t Come Here Of My Own Accord, And I Can’t Leave That Way. Whoever Brought Me Here, Will Have To Take Me Home.

Poverty Is Not For The Sake Of Hardship. No, It Is There Because Nothing Exists But Allah. Poverty Unlocks The Door - What A Blessed Key!