Your Hand Opens And Closes And Opens

I Am Like The Heaven, Like The Moon, Like A Candle By Your Glow; I Am All Reason, All Love, All Soul, By Your Soul.

Love Rushed Into My Veins Emptying Me Of Myself. Now Filled With The Beloved My Only Possession Is My Name.

Many Have Been Led Astray By The Qur'an: By Clinging To That Rope Many Have Fallen Into The Well. There Is No Fault In The Rope, O Perverse Man, For It Was You Who Had No Desire To Reach The Top.

Outside Ideas Of Right Doing And Wrong Doing There Is A Field. I'll Meet You There.

God (in His Mercy) Accepts False Coin.