Soul Of All Souls, Life Of All

People Are Distracted By Objects Of Desire, And Afterwards Repent Of The Lust They've Indulged, Because They Have Indulged With A Phantom And Are Left Even Farther From Reality Than Before. Your Desire For The Illusory Is A Wing, By Means Of Which A Seeker Might Ascend To Reality. When You Have Indulged A Lust, Your Wing Drops Off; You Become Lame And That Fantasy Flees. Preserve The Wing And Don't Indulge Such Lust, So That The Wing Of Desire May Bear You To Paradise. People Fancy They Are Enjoying Themselves, But They Are Really Tearing Out Their Wings For The Sake Of An Illusion.

Seek Passion, Seek Passion, Seek Passion!

They Try To Say What You Are, Spiritual Or Sexual? They Wonder About Solomon And All His Wives. In The Body Of The World, They Say, There Is A Soul And You Are That. But We Have Ways Within Each Other That Will Never Be Said By Anyone.

Eventhough You Are Not Equipped, Keep Searching: Equipment Isn't Necessary On The Way To The Lord. Whoever You See Engaged In Search, Become Her Friend And Cast Your Head In Front Of Her, For Choosing To Be A Neighbour Of Seekers, You Become One Yourself; Protected By Conquerors, You Will Yourself Learn To Conquer. If An Ant Seeks The Rank Of Solomon, Don't Smile Contemptuously Upon Its Quest. And Of All Your Skills, And Wealth And Handicraft, Weren't They First Merely A Thought And A Quest?

Wherever You Are, And Whatever You Do, Be In Love.