The Lovers Of God Have No Religion

With Life As Short As A Half-taken Breath, Don't Plant Anything But Love.

This That Is Tormented And Very Tired, Tortured With Restraints Like A Madman, This Heart.

As You Live Deeper In The Heart, The Mirror Gets Clearer And Cleaner.

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

Live In The Opening Where There Is No Door To Hide Behind.