‎there Is A Place Where Voices Sing

Purify Yourself From The Attributes Of Self, So That You May See Your Own Pure, Untarnished Essence.

Where The Lips Are Silent The Heart Has A Thousand Tongues.

Love Came.... And Became Like Blood In My Body. It Rushed Through My Veins And Encircled My Heart. Everywhere I Looked, I Saw One Thing.... Love's Name Written On My Limbs, On My Left Palm, On My Forehead, On The Back Of My Neck, On My Right Big Toe... Oh, My Friend, All That You See Of Me Is Just A Shell, And The Rest Belongs To Love.

Without You The Instruments Would Die. One Sits Close Beside You. Another Takes A Long Kiss. The Tambourine Begs, Touch My Skin So I Can Be Myself. Let Me Feel You Enter Each Limb Bone By Bone, That What Died Last Night Can Be Whole Today. Why Live Some Soberer Way, And Feel You Ebbing Out? I Won't Do It. Either Give Me Enough Wine Or Leave Me Alone, Now That I Know How It Is To Be With You In Constant Conversation.

The Intellectual Quest Is Exquisite Like Pearls And Coral, But It Is Not The Same As The Spiritual Quest. The Spiritual Quest Is On Another Level Altogether, Spiritual Wine Has A Subtler Taste. The Intellect And The Senses Investigate Cause And Effect. The Spiritual Seeker Surrenders To The Wonder.