My Heart Rushes Into The Garden, Joyfully

Pilgrimage To The Place Of The Wise Is To Find Escape From The Flame Of Separateness.

If In Thirst You Drink Water From A Cup, You See God In It. Those Who Are Not In Love With God Will See Only Their Own Faces In It.

Be Quiet Now And Wait. It May Be That The Ocean One, The One We Desire So To Move Into And Become, Desires Us Out Here On Land A Little Longer, Going Our Sundry Roads To The Shore.

Lovers Think They Are Looking For Each Other, But There Is Only One Search: Wandering This World Is Wandering That, Both Inside One Transparent Sky. In Here There Is No Dogma And No Heresy.

Ground Yourself, Strip Yourself Down, To Blind Loving Silence