He Whose Intellect Overcomes His Lust Is

Everything You See Has Its Roots In The Unseen World. The Forms May Change, Yet The Essence Remains The Same. Every Wonderful Sight Will Vanish, Every Sweet Word Will Fade, But Do Not Be Disheartened, The Source They Come From Is Eternal, Growing, Branching Out, Giving New Life And New Joy. Why Do You Weep? The Source Is Within You And This Whole World Is Springing Up From It.

From The Urgent Way Lovers Want Each Other To The Seeker's Search For Truth, All Moving Is From The Mover. Every Pull Draws Us To The Ocean.

In Truth Everything And Everyone Is A Shadow Of The Beloved, And Our Seeking Is His Seeking And Our Words Are His Words... We Search For Him Here And There, While Looking Right At Him. Sitting By His Side, We Ask: 'o Beloved, Where Is The Beloved?'

Place A Padlock On Your Throat And Hide The Key.

All Day I Think About It, Then At Night I Say It. Where Did I Come From, And What Am I Supposed To Be Doing? I Have No Idea. My Soul Is From Elsewhere, I’m Sure Of That,and I Intend To End Up There. Who Looks Out With My Eyes? What Is The Soul? I Cannot Stop Asking. If I Could Taste One Sip Of An Answer, I Could Break Out Of This Prison For Drunks. I Didn’t Come Here Of My Own Accord, And I Can’t Leave That Way. Whoever Brought Me Here, Will Have To Take Me Home.