A White Flower Grows In The Quietness.

Love's Nationality Is Separate From All Other Religions, The Lover's Religion And Nationality Is The Beloved (god). The Lover's Cause Is Separate From All Other Causes Love Is The Astrolabe Of God's Mysteries.

Free Of Who I Was, Free Of Presence, Free Of Dangerous Fear, Hope, Free Of Mountainous Wanting.

The Branch Might Seem Like The Fruit's Origin: In Fact, The Branch Exist Because Of The Fruit.

I Do Not Know Who Lives Here In My Chest, Or Why The Smile Comes. I Am Not Myself, More The Bare Green Knob Of A Rose That Lost Every Leaf And Petal To The Morning Wind.

A Wealth You Cannot Imagine Flows Through You. Do Not Consider What Strangers Say. Be Secluded In Your Secret Heart-house, That Bowl Of Silence.