They Are The Privileged Lovers Who Create

What Hurts You, Blesses You. Darkness Is Your Candle.

Look Carefully Around You And Recognize The Luminosity Of Souls. Sit Beside Those Who Draw You To That.

What Does This Patch-sewing Mean You Ask? Eating And Drinking. The Heavy Cloak Of The Body Is Always Getting Torn. You Patch It With Food And Other Ego-satisfactions.

This Is Love: To Fly Toward A Secret Sky, To Cause A Hundred Veils To Fall Each Moment. First, To Let Go Of Life. In The End, To Take A Step Without Feet; To Regard This World As Invisible, And To Disregard What Appears To Be The Self. Heart, I Said, What A Gift It Has Been To Enter This Circle Of Lovers, To See Beyond Seeing Itself, To Reach And Feel Within The Breast.

Spirit, Find Your Way, In Seeking Lowness Like A Stream.