The Branch Might Seem Like The Fruit's

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?'

Rub Your Eyes, And Look Again At Love, With Love.

Flowers Every Night Blossom In The Sky; Peace In The Infinite, At Peace Am I.

Oh You, Straying Heart, Just Come! Oh You, Aching Liver, Just Come! If The Path To The Gate Is Closed, Take The Way By The Wall, But Come!

Let Go Of Your Worries Let Go Of Your Worries And Be Completely Clear-hearted, Like The Face Of A Mirror That Contains No Images. If You Want A Clear Mirror, Behold Yourself And See The Shameless Truth, Which The Mirror Reflects. If Metal Can Be Polished To A Mirror-like Finish, What Polishing Might The Mirror Of The Heart Require? Between The Mirror And The Heart Is This Single Difference: The Heart Conceals Secrets, While The Mirror Does Not.