Love’s Secret Is Always Lifting Its Head

Dance When You're Perfectly Free.

Oh You, Unceasing Sun, To Me Your Particles Communicate The Luminous Essence Of God, Are You Our God? I Do Not Know. Intoxicated, I Say Nought, Bewitched By The Magic Potion. I Cannot Differentiate Between My Drunk And Sober State.

If Your Guidance Is Your Ego, Don't Rely On Luck For Help. You Sleep During The Day And The Nights Are Short. By The Time You Wake Up Your Life May Be Over.

The Heart Of The Matter Is Soul, Nothing Else.

Inside The Great Mystery That Is, We Don't Really Own Anything. What Is This Competition We Feel Then, Before We Go, One At A Time, Through The Same Gate?