The Lovers Of God Have No Religion

In The Garden I See Only Your Face From Trees And Blossoms I Inhale Only Your Fragrance.

We Are Tasting The Taste Of Eternity This Minute.

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

You Left Ground And Sky Weeping, Mind And Soul Full Of Grief. No One Can Take Your Place In Existence Or In Absence.

The Moment I First Heard Love I Gave Up My Soul, My Heart, And My Eyes.