Inside Any Deep Asking Is The Answering.

Oh, Bird Of My Soul, Fly Away Now, For I Possess A Hundred Fortified Towers.

The Intellectual Quest, Though Fine As Pearl Or Coral, Is Not The Spiritual Search. That Spiritual Search Is On Another Level. Spiritual Wine Is A Different Substance.

Looking At My Life I See That Only Love Has Been My Soul’s Companion From Deep Inside My Soul Cries Out: Do Not Wait, Surrender For The Sake Of Love.

The Satiated Person And The Hungry One Do Not See The Same Thing When They Look Upon A Loaf Of Bread.

The Body Is A Device To Calculate The Astronomy Of The Spirit. Look Through That Astrolabe And Become Oceanic.