I Drank Water From Your Spring And

Fasting Blinds The Body In Order To Open The Eyes Of Your Soul.

A White Flower Grows In The Quietness. Let Your Tongue Become That Flower.

Get Yourself Out Of The Way, And Let Joy Have More Space.

Come Into My Eyes, And Look At Me Through Them, For I Have Chosen A Home Far Beyond What Eyes Can See.

Make Everything In You An Ear, Each Atom Of Your Being, And You Will Hear At Every Moment What The Source Is Whispering To You...you Are -we All Are-the Beloved Of The Beloved, And In Every Moment, In Every Event Of Your Life , The Beloved Is Whispering To You Exactly What You Need To Hear And Know. Who Can Ever Explain This Miracle? It Simply Is.