The Beloved Is With You In The

My Soul Is Naked. It Wears The Transparent Garment Of Love.

You Don't Live On The Earth, You Are Passing Through It.

Those Loves Which Are For The Sake Of A Colour Are Not Love. In The End They Are A Disgrace.

What I Most Want Is To Spring Out Of This Personality, Then To Sit Apart From That Leaping. I've Lived Too Long Where I Can Be Reached.

Submit To A Daily Practice. Your Loyalty To That Is A Ring At The Door. Keep Knocking, And The Joy Inside Will Eventually Open A Window And Look Out To See Who's There.