I Have One Small Drop Of Knowing

You Are The Soul Of The Soul Of The Universe, And Your Name Is Love.

Raise Your Words, Not Your Voice.

You May Learn To Imitate A Birdcall, But Do You Experience What The Nightingale Feels For The Rose?

Know That A Word Suddenly Shot From The Tongue Is Like An Arrow Shot From The Bow. Son, That Arrow Won't Turn Back On Its Way; You Must Damn The Torrent At Its Source.

In The Orchard And Rose Garden I Long To See Your Face. In The Taste Of Sweetness I Long To Kiss Your Lips. In The Shadows Of Passion I Long For Your Love.