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I Want A Heart Which Is Split, Part By Part, Because Of The Pain Of Separation From God, So That I Might Explain My Longing And Complaint To It.

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.

I Have Blossomed So Much, I Am The Envy Of The Gardens.

Every Object And Being In The Universe Is A Jar Overflowing With Wisdom And Beauty,a Drop Of The Tigris That Cannot Be Contained By Any Skin. Every Jarful Spills And Makes The Earth More Shining, As Though Covered In Satin... Make Peace With The Universe. Take Joy In It. It Will Turn To Gold. Resurrection Will Be Now. Every Moment, A New Beauty.

Love So Needs To Love That It Will Endure Almost Anything, Even Abuse, Just To Flicker For A Moment. But The Sky's Mouth Is Kind, Its Song Will Never Hurt You, For I Sing Those Words.