My Souls Sits In Silence, And Then

I, You, He, She, We In The Garden Of Mystic Lovers, These Are Not True Distinctions.

How Can You Ever Hope To Know The Beloved Without Becoming In Every Cell The Lover?

The Chess Master Says Nothing, Other Than Moving The Silient Chess Piece.

Knowledge That Is Acquired Is Not Like This. Those Who Have It Worry If Audiences Like It Or Not. It's A Bait For Popularity. Disputational Knowing Wants Customers. It Has No Soul... The Only Real Customer Is God. Chew Quietly Your Sweet Sugarcane God-love, And Stay Playfully Childish.

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