Come Into My Eyes, And Look At

If You Have Not Learned To Be A Passionate Lover, Do Not Count Your Life As Lived. On The Day Of Reckoning, It Will Not Be Counted.

You Do Not See Clearly The Evil In Yourself, Else You Would Hate Yourself With All Your Soul. Like The Lion Who Sprang At His Image In The Water, You Are Only Hurting Yourself, O Foolish Man. When You Reach The Bottom Of The Well Of Your Own Nature, Then You Will Know That The Vileness Was From Yourself.

Oh! Joy For He Who Has Escaped From This World Of Perfumes And Color! For Beyond These Colors And These Perfumes, These Are Other Colors In The Heart And The Soul.

I Drank That Wine Of Which The Soul Is Its Vessel. Its Ecstasy Has Stolen My Intellect Away. A Light Came And Kindled A Flame In The Depth Of My Soul. A Light So Radiant That The Sun Orbits Around It Like A Butterfly.

We Are The Mirror As Well As The Face In It. We Are Tasting The Taste This Minute Of Eternity. We Are Pain And What Cures Pain Both. We Are The Sweet Cold Water And The Jar That Pours.