In Order To Understand The Dance One

Love Cannot Be Described. It Must Be Tasted.

Through Love The Devil Becomes An Angel. Through Love Stones Become Soft As Butter. Through Love Grief Is Like Delight. Through Love Demons Become The Servants Of God.

For Without You, I Swear, The Town Has Become Like A Prison To Me. Distraction And The Mountain And The Desert, All I Desire.

What Is The Mirror Of Being? Non-being. Bring Non-being As Your Gift, If You Are Not A Fool.

Lovers Think They Are Looking For Each Other, But There Is Only One Search: Wandering This World Is Wandering That, Both Inside One Transparent Sky. In Here There Is No Dogma And No Heresy.