But Meditate Now On Steadfastness And Clarity,

When You Have Indulged A Lust, Your Wing Drops Off; You Become Lame, Abandoned By A Fantasy. …people Fancy They Are Enjoying Themselves, But They Are Really Tearing Out Their Wings For The Sake Of An Illusion.

My Beloved Grows Right Out Of My Own Heart. How Much More Union Can There Be.

While Still In The Cage Of Your Being Behold The Spirit Bird Before It Flies Away.

Let The Lover Be Disgraceful, Crazy, Absent-minded. Someone Sober Will Worry About Events Going Badly. Let The Lover Be.

Silence Is An Ocean. Speech Is A River. When The Ocean Is Searching For You, Don't Walk Into The Language-river. Listen To The Ocean, And Bring Your Talky Business To An End. Traditional Words Are Just Babbling In That Presence, And Babbling Is A Substitute For Sight.