All My Feelings Have The Color You

People Are Distracted By Objects Of Desire, And Afterward Repent Of The Lust They've Indulged, Because They Have Indulged With A Phantom And Are Left Even Farther From Reality Than Before.

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

Most People Guard Against Going Into The Fire, And So End Up In It.

In Truth Everything And Everyone Is A Shadow Of The Beloved, And Our Seeking Is His Seeking And Our Words Are His Words... We Search For Him Here And There, While Looking Right At Him. Sitting By His Side, We Ask: 'o Beloved, Where Is The Beloved?'

A Generous Friend Gives Life For A Friend Let's Rise Above This Animalistic Behavior And Be Kind To One Another