The Gifts Of Lovers To One Another

If Thou Has Not Seen The Devil, Look At Thine Own Self.

Love Is Language That Cannot Be Said, Or Heard.

The Gates Made Of Light Swing Open. You See In.

If You Wish To Shine Like Day, Burn Up The Night Of Self-existence. Dissolve In The Being Who Is Everything.

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.