There Is Nothing Outside Of

In Love’s Country, Language Doesn’t Have Its Place. Love Is Mute.

Why Are You So Enchanted By This World, When A Mine Of Gold Lies Within You?

Don't Turn Away. Keep Your Gaze On The Bandaged Place. That's Where The Light Enters You.

Submit To Love Without Thinking

When The Rose Is Gone And The Garden Faded You Will No Longer Hear The Nightingale's Song. The Beloved Is All; The Lover Just A Veil. The Beloved Is Living; The Lover A Dead Thing. If Love Withholds Its Strengthening Care, The Lover Is Left Like A Bird Without Care, The Lover Is Left Like A Bird Without Wings. How Will I Be Awake And Aware If The Light Of The Beloved Is Absent? Love Wills That This Word Be Brought Forth.