If You Become A Helper Of Hearts,

Weep Like The Waterwheel, That Green Herbs May Spring Up From The Courtyard Of Your Soul. If You Wish For Tears, Have Mercy On One Who Sheds Tears; If You Wish Mercy, Show Mercy To The Weak.

People Are Distracted By Objects Of Desire, And Afterwards Repent Of The Lust They've Indulged, Because They Have Indulged With A Phantom And Are Left Even Farther From Reality Than Before. Your Desire For The Illusory Is A Wing, By Means Of Which A Seeker Might Ascend To Reality. When You Have Indulged A Lust, Your Wing Drops Off; You Become Lame And That Fantasy Flees. Preserve The Wing And Don't Indulge Such Lust, So That The Wing Of Desire May Bear You To Paradise. People Fancy They Are Enjoying Themselves, But They Are Really Tearing Out Their Wings For The Sake Of An Illusion.

Don't Try To Steer The Boat. Don't Open Shop For Yourself. Listen. Keep Silent. You Are Not God's Mouthpiece. Try To Be An Ear, And If You Do Speak, Ask For Explanations.

I Want That Love That Moved The Mountains. I Want That Love That Split The Ocean. I Want That Love That Made The Winds Tremble. I Want That Love That Roared Like Thunder. I Want That Love That Will Raise The Dead. I Want That Love That Lifts Us To Ecstasy. I Want That Love That Is The Silence Of Eternity.

Every Tree, Every Growing Thing As It Grows, Says This Truth, You Harvest What You Sow.