Through Love Scraps Of Copper Are Turned

The Real Beloved Is That One Who Is Unique, Who Is Your Beginning And Your End.

You Are A Fountain Of The Sun's Light. I Am A Willow Shadow On The Ground. You Make My Raggedness Silky.

Whoever Is Sitting With Friends Is In The Midst Of A Flower Garden, Though He May Be In The Fire. Whoever Sits With An Enemy Is In The Fire, Even Though He Is In The Midst Of A Garden.

God (in His Mercy) Accepts False Coin.

The Intellectual Quest, Though Fine As Pearl Or Coral, Is Not The Spiritual Search. That Spiritual Search Is On Another Level. Spiritual Wine Is A Different Substance.