“Don't flounder in the preambles of the past
Wounded with regrets; don't let autumnal
Nostalgia blind you to the sounds and scents
Of the present's Spring; you're a native of
The pellucid moment, make it infinite beyond
The curving snake of passing time and space.
Learn to die in the infinitely elusive moment.”

All religions. All this singing. One song. Peace be with you.”

“On the path of Love we are neither masters nor the owners of our lives. We are only a brush in the hand of the Master Painter.”

" Rumi"