I Have Been So Naughted In Thy

There’s Nothing Left Of Me. I’m Like A Ruby Held Up To The Sunrise. Is It Still A Stone, Or A World Made Of Redness? It Has No Resistance To Sunlight.

Finding Faults Is For Those With Tired Minds.

The Intellectual Is Always Showing Off, The Lover Is Always Getting Lost. The Intellectual Runs Away. Afraid Of Drowning; The Whole Business Of Love Is To Drown In The Sea. Intellectuals Plan Their Repose; Lovers Are Ashamed To Rest. The Lover Is Always Alone. Even Surrounded By People; Like Water And Oil, He Remains Apart. The Man Who Goes To The Trouble Of Giving Advice To A Lover Get Nothing. He's Mocked By Passion. Love Is Like Musk. It Attracts Attention. Love Is A Tree, And The Lovers Are Its Shade.

Make Everything In You An Ear, Each Atom Of Your Being, And You Will Hear At Every Moment What The Source Is Whispering To You...you Are -we All Are-the Beloved Of The Beloved, And In Every Moment, In Every Event Of Your Life , The Beloved Is Whispering To You Exactly What You Need To Hear And Know. Who Can Ever Explain This Miracle? It Simply Is.

The Beloved Is With You In The Midst Of Your Seeking! He Holds Your Hand Wherever You Wander.