The Ocean Of The Body

The Garden Of Love Is Green Without Limit And Yields Many Fruits Other Than Sorrow Or Joy. Love Is Beyond Either Condition: Without Spring, Without Autumn, It Is Always Fresh.

Whether One Moves Slowly Or With Speed, The One Who Is A Seeker Will Be A Finder.

Many Prayers Are Declined Because Of The Rank Odor Of A Corrupt Heart, Rising Through The Beautiful Words. Let The Words Be Wrong But The Meaning Right. . . . That Flawed Utterance Is Dearer To God!

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.

Your Name Is Upon My Tongue Your Image Is In My Sight Your Memory Is In My Heart Where Can I Send These Words That I Write ?