The Drum Of The Realization

Every Moment I Shape My Destiny With A Chisel - I Am The Carpenter Of My Own Soul.

You Had Better Run From Me. My Words Are Fire.

Silence Is An Ocean. Speech Is A River. When The Ocean Is Searching For You, Don't Walk Into The Language-river. Listen To The Ocean, And Bring Your Talky Business To An End. Traditional Words Are Just Babbling In That Presence, And Babbling Is A Substitute For Sight.

Sell Your Presence And Purchase Bewilderment.

One Day Your Heart Will Take You To Your Lover. One Day Your Soul Will Carry You To The Beloved. Don't Get Lost In Your Pain, Know That One Day Your Pain Will Become Your Cure.