Be Drunk With Love, For Love Is

There Came One And Knocked At The Door Of The Beloved. And A Voice Answered And Said, 'who Is There?' The Lover Replied, 'it Is I.' 'go Hence,' Returned The Voice; 'there Is No Room Within For Thee And Me.' Then Came The Lover A Second Time And Knocked And Again The Voice Demanded, 'who Is There?' He Answered, 'it Is Thou.' 'enter,' Said The Voice, 'for I Am Within.

In Things Spiritual, There Is No Partition, No Number, No Individuals. How Sweet Is The Oneness-unearth The Treasure Of Unity.

Through Love Scraps Of Copper Are Turned To Gold.

Your Grief For What You've Lost Lifts A Mirror Up To Where You're Bravely Working.

They Say There Is A Doorway From Heart To Heart, But What Is The Use Of A Door When There Are No Walls?