Take Sips Of This Pure Wine Being

The Pure Heart Is A Spotless Mirror In Which Images Of Infinite Beauty Are Reflected.

I Am Yours. Don't Give Myself Back To Me.

Something Opens Our Wings. Something Makes Boredom And Hurt Disappear. Someone Fills The Cup In Front Of Us: We Taste Only Sacredness.

O Beloved, Where Is The Beloved?

In Real Existence There Is Only Unity.