Love Is From The Infinite, And Will

In His Mind She Lay At His Lap With His Fingers Gliding Thru Her Straight Beautiful Hair. He Smiles And Says" Your Beauty Lights Up Everything Around You.

Neither This Body Am I, Nor Soul, Nor These Fleeting Images Passing By, Nor Concepts And Thoughts, Mental Images, Nor Yet Sentiments And The Psyche's Labyrinth. Who Then Am I? A Consciousness Without Origin, Not Born In Time, Nor Begotten Here Below. I Am That Which Was, Is And Ever Shall Be, A Jewel In The Crown Of The Divine Self, A Star In The Firmament Of The Luminous One.

Love Isn't The Work Of The Tender And The Gentle; Love Is The Work Of Wrestlers. The One Who Becomes A Servant Of Lovers Is Really A Fortunate Sovereign. Don't Ask Anyone About Love; Ask Love About Love. Love Is A Cloud That Scatters Pearls.

Each Has To Enter The Nest Made By The Other Imperfect Bird.

Since In Order To Speak, One Must First Listen, Learn To Speak By Listening.