Stop Searching Here And There, The Jewels

Seek The Wisdom That Will Untie Your Knot. Seek The Path That Demands Your Whole Being.

Even When Tied In A Thousand Knots, The String Is Still But One.

The Lover Is Ever Drunk With Love. He Is Mad. She Is Free. He Sings With Delight. She Dances In Ecstasy. Caught By Our Own Thoughts, We Worry About Everything. But Once We Get Drunk On That Love Whatever Will Be, Will Be.

There’s Nothing Left Of Me. I’m Like A Ruby Held Up To The Sunrise. Is It Still A Stone, Or A World Made Of Redness? It Has No Resistance To Sunlight.

Fling Me Across The Fabric Of Time And The Seas Of Space. Make Me Nothing And From Nothing-everything.