The Lovers Of God Never Run Out

Those Loves Which Are For The Sake Of A Colour Are Not Love. In The End They Are A Disgrace.

Know That The Outward Form Passes Away, But The World Of Reality Remains Forever. How Long Will You Play At Loving The Shape Of The Jug? Leave The Jug; Go, Seek The Water!

My Souls Sits In Silence, And Then Asks Again, Where Are You In All Of This?

Find The Sweetness In Your Own Heart, Then You May Find The Sweetness In Every Heart.

Love Rushed Into My Veins Emptying Me Of Myself. Now Filled With The Beloved My Only Possession Is My Name.