Beneath the star studded sky
few steps I walk
in wet sands
rustling leaves
snowy terrains
high peaks
Tis the journey enchanting
destinations often end the urge to live.
"The meaning of life for a mystic, is solely a journey from love to love. The condition of the soul before the journey is a condition of love; what is expected during the journey is love; and when the soul returns after the journey, it returns to love."- Hidayat Inayat Khan