Soul, A Moving River. Body,

Become The Sky. Take An Axe To The Prison Wall. Escape.

I Was Dead, Then Alive. Weeping, Then Laughing. The Power Of Love Came Into Me, And I Became Fierce Like A Lion, Then Tender Like The Evening Star.

I, You, He, She, We In The Garden Of Mystic Lovers, These Are Not True Distinctions.

When You Stop Admiring Yourself And Let The Eyes Of The Heart Open Your Vision To Vast Other Worlds Then All You Do, Will Become Admirable

My Friend, The Sufi Is The Friend Of The Present Moment. To Say Tomorrow Is Not Our Way.