O Beloved, Where Is The Beloved?

Love Is The Reality, And Poetry Is The Drum.

In The Garden I See Only Your Face From Trees And Blossoms I Inhale Only Your Fragrance.

Hear This If You Can: If You Want To Reach Him You Have To Go Beyond Yourself And When You Finally Arrive At The Land Of Absence Be Silent Don’t Say A Thing Ecstasy, Not Words, Is The Language Spoken There

Your Calling My Name Is My Reply. Your Longing For Me Is My Message To You.

In Each Moment The Fire Rages, It Will Burn Away A Hundred Veils. And Carry You A Thousand Steps Toward Your Goal.