A Breath Of Love Can Take You

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.

Not Only The Thirsty Seek The Water, The Water As Well Seeks The Thirsty.

Life Is Balance Of Holding On And Letting Go.

There Is A Way Between Voice And Presence, Where Information Flows. In Disciplined Silence It Opens; With Wandering Talk It Closes.

If The Spiritual Universe And The Way To It Were Shown, No One Would Remain In This World For A Single Moment.