There Is A Place Where

I Used To Read The Myths Of Love Now I Have Become The Mythical Lover

Everyone Has Been Made For Some Particular Work, And The Desire For That Work Has Been Put In Every Heart.

We Are The Sun With All The Different Kinds Of Light.

How Can I Know Anything About The Past Or The Future, When The Light Of The Beloved Shines Only Now.

I Am Bewildered By The Magnificence Of Your Beauty; And Wish To See You With A Hundred Eyes . . . I Am In The House Of Mercy, And My Heart Is A Place Of Prayer.