Keep Silence, Be Mute. If You Have

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

Your Worst Enemy Is Hiding Within Yourself, And That Enemy Is Your Nafs Or False Ego.

Those Who Don't Feel This Love Pulling Them Like A River, Those Who Don't Drink Dawn Like A Cup Of Spring Water Or Take In The Sunset Like Supper, Those Who Don't Want To Change, Let Them Sleep On. This Love Is Beyond The Study Of Theology, That Old Trickery And Hypocrisy. If You Want To Improve Your Mind That Way, Sleep On. I've Given Up On My Brain. I've Torn The Cloth To Shreds And Thrown It Away. If You're Not Completely Naked, Wrap Your Beautiful Robe Of Words Around You, And Sleep On

Play The Flute Of Felicity! You, Yourself, Are The Melody.

Be Silent. That Heart Speaks Without Tongue Or Lips.