You Have Escaped The Cage. Your Wings

Water The Fruit Trees And Don’t Water The Thorns.

You Are Quaffing Drink From A Hundred Fountains: Whenever Any Of These Hundred Yields Less, Your Pleasure Is Diminished. But When The Sublime Fountain Gushes From Within You, No Longer Need You Steal From The Other Fountains.

That Which God Said To The Rose, And Caused It To Laugh In Full-blown Beauty, He Said To My Heart, And Made It A Hundred Times More Beautiful.

Light The Incense! You Have To Burn To Be Fragrant.

My Soul Gave Me Good Counsel, Teaching Me To Love. Love Was For Me A Delicate Thread Stretched Between Two Adjacent Pegs, But Now It Has Been Transformed Into A Halo, Its First Is Its Last, And Its Last Is Its First. It Encompases Every Being, Slowly Expanding To Embrace All That Ever Will Be.