No matter how many leaves would the tree of your soul have in front of the intense heat in the words of Time in this world, they can never shade the eternity lost inside you.

I don’t hope that grass becomes a towering tree in the world of humans.

With what can we feed the soul in the world of emptiness other than with prayer?

No matter how many snowstorms will pass through you, none will bring you the spring like love will.

The world of an animal is reduced to its perimeter. Human world is reduced to its perimeter, but does the world of God have perimeters? If it does then it is not infinite, but if it doesn’t, it means that this is not a world.

Who can know the absolute truth of illusion or emptiness? That is why we feel the fulfilled sense of this world.