Deep In The Heart Every Mystery Of

Pour Out Wine Till I Become A Wanderer From Myself; For In Selfhood And Existence I Have Felt Only Fatigue.

Never Be Without Remembrance Of Him, For His Remembrance Gives Strength And Wings To The Bird Of The Spirit.

In The Sea Of Love, I Melt Like Salt Faith, Doubt - They Both Dissolve. A Star Is Opening In My Heart . The Worlds Turn In It.

You Fill Yourself With The Sharp Pain Of Love, Rather Than Its Fulfillment.

There Is An Original Inside Me.