You have taken a piece of me. My body tastes sweet like bread and my blood tastes like wine intoxicating you by my love. If you despise me the bread turns putrid and stale and the wine turns to water.
When the master puts his disciples to test even the exalted amongst them fails. No…
Telling the truth hurts physically and mentally but cures spiritually.
The intimate bonding that happens between the mother and child is when she holds her…