I Drank Water From Your Spring And

Every Love Outside Of His Love, Is Pain.

Allah Made The Illusion Look Real And The Real An Illusion. He Concealed The Sea And Made The Foam Visible, The Wind Invisible, And The Dust Manifest. You See The Dust Whirling, But How Can The Dust Rise By Itself? You See The Foam, But Not The Ocean. Invoke Him With Deeds, Not Words; For Deeds Are Real And Will Save You In The Infinite-life.

Take Someone Who Doesn't Keep Score, Who's Not Looking To Be Richer, Or Afraid Of Losing, Who Has Not The Slightest Interest Even In His Own Personality: He's Free.

Be Helpless, Dumbfounded, Unable To Say Yes Or No. Then A Stretcher Will Come From Grace To Gather Us Up. We Are Too Dull-eyed To See That Beauty. If We Say We Can, We’re Lying. If We Say No, We Don’t See It, That No Will Behead Us And Shut Tight Our Window Onto Spirit. So Let Us Rather Not Be Sure Of Anything, Beside Ourselves, And Only That, So Miraculous Beings Come Running To Help. Crazed, Lying In A Zero Circle, Mute, We Shall Be Saying Finally, With Tremendous Eloquence, Lead Us. When We Have Totally Surrendered To That Beauty, We Shall Be A Mighty Kindness.

Like The Birds Of The Sea, Men Come From The Ocean-the Ocean Of The Soul. How Could This Bird, Born From That Sea, Make His Dwelling Here?