Be Melting Snow. Wash Yourself Of Yourself.

Suddenly The Drunken Sweetheart Appeared Out Of My Door. She Drank A Cup Of Ruby Wine And Sat By My Side. Seeing And Holding The Lockets Of Her Hair My Face Became All Eyes, And My Eyes All Hands.

If God Said, 'rumi Pay Homage To Everything That Has Helped You Enter My Arms,' There Would Not Be One Experience Of My Life, Not One Thought, Not One Feeling, Nor Any Act, I Would Not Bow To.

Appear As You Are, Or Be As You Appear.

Through Love All That Is Bitter Will Be Sweet, Through Love All That Is Copper Will Be Gold, Through Love All Dregs Will Become Wine, Through Love All Pain Will Turn To Medicine.

Inside The Great Mystery That Is, We Don't Really Own Anything. What Is This Competition We Feel Then, Before We Go, One At A Time, Through The Same Gate?