Light The Incense! You Have To Burn

O Beloved, Where Is The Beloved?

I Should Sell My Tongue And Buy A Thousand Ears When That One Steps Near And Begins To Speak.

Your Radiance Shines In Every Atom Of Creation Yet Our Petty Desires Keep It Hidden.

This Is What Love Does And Continues To Do. It Tastes Like Honey To Adults And Milk To Children.

Someone Who Does Not Run Toward The Allure Of Love Walks A Road Where Nothing Lives.