Conventional Opinion Is The Ruin Of Our

Everyone Sees The Unseen In Proportion To The Clarity Of His Heart, And That Depends Upon How Much He Has Polished It. Whoever Has Polished It More Sees More - More Unseen Forms Become Manifest To Him.

Open Your Hands If You Want To Be Held.

I Am Your Lover, Come To My Side, I Will Open The Gate To Your Love. Come Settle With Me, Let Us Be Neighbors To The Stars. You Have Been Hiding So Long, Endlessly Drifting In The Sea Of My Love. Even So, You Have Always Been Connected To Me. Concealed, Revealed, In The Unknown, In The Un-manifest. I Am Life Itself. You Have Been A Prisoner Of A Little Pond, I Am The Ocean And Its Turbulent Flood. Come Merge With Me, Leave This World Of Ignorance. Be With Me, I Will Open The Gate To Your Love.

You Have Been Walking The Ocean's Edge, Holding Up Your Robes To Keep Them Dry. You Must Dive Naked Under And Deeper Under, A Thousand Times Deeper. Love Flows Down. The Ground Submits To The Sky And Suffers What Comes. Tell Me, Is The Earth Worse For Giving In Like That? Do Not Put Blankets Over The Drum. Open Completely.

All Loves Are A Bridge To Divine Love. Yet, Those Who Have Not Had A Taste Of It Do Not Know!