The Way The Beloved Can Fit In

Both Light And Shadow Are The Dance Of Love. Love Has No Cause, It Is The Astrolabe Of God's Secrets. Lover And Loving Are Inseparable And Timeless. Although I May Try To Describe Love, When I Experience It, I Am Speechless. Although I May Try To Write About Love, I Am Rendered Helpless. My Pen Breaks, And The Paper Slips Away At The Ineffable Place Where Lover Loving And Loved Are One. Every Moment Is Made Glorious By The Light Of Love.

Why Should I Stay At The Bottom Of A Well, When A Strong Rope Is In My Hand?

Tonight The Moon Kisses The Stars. O Beloved,be Like That To Me!

Ecstatic Love Is An Ocean, And The Milky Way Is A Flake Of Foam Floating On It.

For Hundreds Of Thousands Of Years I Have Been Dust-grains Floating And Flying In The Will Of The Air, Often Forgetting Ever Being In That State, But In Sleep I Migrate Back.