Whoever Brought Me Here Will Have To

A Secret Freedom Opens Through A Crevice You Can Barely See.

I Am Dying Into Your Mystery, And Dying, I Am Now No Other Than That Mystery. I Open To Your Majesty As An Orchard Welcomes Rain, And Twenty Times That.

Many Have Been Led Astray By The Qur'an: By Clinging To That Rope Many Have Fallen Into The Well. There Is No Fault In The Rope, O Perverse Man, For It Was You Who Had No Desire To Reach The Top.

I Drank Water From Your Spring And Felt The Current Take Me.

Whatever You Know, Or Don’t - Only Love Is Real.