Deepak Chopra Sonja Sohn Agony And Ecstasy Of Divine Discontent

In the orchard and rose garden I long to see your face. In the taste of Sweetness I long to kiss your lips. In the shadows of passion I long for your love. Oh Supreme Lover Let me leave aside my worries. The flowers are blooming with the exultation of your Spirit. By Allah I long to escape the prison of my ego and lose myself in the mountains and the desert. These sad and lonely people tire me. I long to revel in the drunken frenzy of your love