Were There No Men Of Vision, All

Ecstatic Love Is An Ocean, And The Milky Way Is A Flake Of Foam Floating On It.

Listen . Keep Silent . You Are Not Gods Mouthpiece. Try To Be An Ear.

There Is A Void In Your Soul, Ready To Be Filled. You Feel It, Don't You? You Feel The Separation From The Beloved. Invite Him To Fill You Up, Embrace The Fire.

Any Wine Will Get You High. Judge Like A King, And Choose The Purest, The Ones Unadulterated With Fear, Or Some Urgency About "what's Needed."

The Soul Is A Stranger Trying To Find A Home Somewhere That Is Not A Where.