Enough Of Words. Come To Me Without

Don't See Yourself As A Body Of Clay; See Yourself As A Mirror Reflecting The Divine Beauty.

You Think Because You Understand 'one' You Must Also Understand 'two', Because One And One Make Two. But You Must Also Understand 'and'.

Tree Limbs Rise And Fall Like The Ecstatic Arms Of Those Who Have Submitted To The Mystical Life. Leaf Sounds Talk Together Like Poets Making Fresh Metaphors.

The Lovers Of God Never Run Out Of Patience, For They Know That Time Is Needed For The Crescent Moon To Become Full.

Your Earthly Lover Can Be Charming And Coquettish But Never Very Faithful. The True Lover Is The One Who On Your Final Day Opens A Thousand Doors.