The Lovers Of God Have No Religion

Heart Is A Sea, Language Is The Shore. Whatever Is In A Sea Hits The Shore.

A Pen Went Scribbling Along. When It Tried To Write Love, It Broke.

Stars Burn Clear All Night Till Dawn. Do That Yourself, And A Spring Will Rise In The Dark With Water Your Deepest Thirst Is For.

Your Radiance Shines In Every Atom Of Creation Yet Our Petty Desires Keep It Hidden.

Pilgrimage To The Place Of The Wise Is To Find Escape From The Flame Of Separateness.