Drink From The Presence Of Saints, Not

We Gather At Night To Celebrate Being Human. Sometimes We Call Out Low To The Tambourine. Fish Drink The Sea, But The Sea Does Not Get Smaller! We Eat The Clouds And Evening Light. We Are Slaves Tasting The Royal Wine.

Neither This Body Am I, Nor Soul, Nor These Fleeting Images Passing By, Nor Concepts And Thoughts, Mental Images, Nor Yet Sentiments And The Psyche's Labyrinth. Who Then Am I? A Consciousness Without Origin, Not Born In Time, Nor Begotten Here Below. I Am That Which Was, Is And Ever Shall Be, A Jewel In The Crown Of The Divine Self, A Star In The Firmament Of The Luminous One.

In Fact, My Soul And Yours Are The Same, You Appear In Me, I In You.

The Time Has Come To Turn Your Heart Into A Temple Of Fire.

If You Want To Ascend Like The Prophet To The Sky Of Immortality, Know This Very Well: Fasting Is Your Arabian Stallion.