Paradise Is Surrounded By What We Dislike;

The Intellectual Is Always Showing Off, The Lover Is Always Getting Lost. The Intellectual Runs Away. Afraid Of Drowning; The Whole Business Of Love Is To Drown In The Sea. Intellectuals Plan Their Repose; Lovers Are Ashamed To Rest. The Lover Is Always Alone. Even Surrounded By People; Like Water And Oil, He Remains Apart. The Man Who Goes To The Trouble Of Giving Advice To A Lover Get Nothing. He's Mocked By Passion. Love Is Like Musk. It Attracts Attention. Love Is A Tree, And The Lovers Are Its Shade.

A Pure Heart, Open To The Light, Will Be Filled With The Elixir Of Truth.

Become The Sky. Take An Axe To The Prison Wall. Escape.

I Am Not From East Or West Not Up From The Ground Or Out Of The Ocean My Place Is Placeless A Trace Of The Traceless I Belong To The Beloved

Your Body Is Woven From The Light Of Heaven.