The Work Of Magic Is This, That

Silence Is An Ocean. Speech Is A River. When The Ocean Is Searching For You, Don't Walk Into The Language-river. Listen To The Ocean, And Bring Your Talky Business To An End. Traditional Words Are Just Babbling In That Presence, And Babbling Is A Substitute For Sight.

There Is Only One Search: Wandering... No Dogma And No Heresy.

That Moon Which The Sky Never Saw Even In Dreams Has Risen Again

This Dance Is The Joy Of Existence.

Sunlight Fell Upon The Wall; The Wall Received A Borrowed Splendor. Why Set Your Heart On A Piece Of Earth, O Simple One? Seek Out The Source Which Shines Forever.