All The World Loves You, But You

We Are The Mirror, As Well As The Face In It. We Are Tasting The Taste Of Eternity This Minute. We Are Pain And What Cures Pain. We Are The Sweet Cold Water And The Jar That Pours. Soul Of The World, No Life, Nor World Remain, No Beautiful Women And Men Longing. Only This Ancient Love Circling The Holy Black Stone Of Nothing. Where The Lover Is The Loved, The Horizon And Everything Within It.

Discipline Enabled Heaven To Be Filled With Light; Discipline Enabled The Angels To Be Immaculate And Holy.

Know Then That The Body Is Merely A Garment. Go Seek The Wearer, Not The Cloak.

Prayer Clears The Mist And Brings Back Peace To The Soul . . .

He Who Tastes Not, Knows Not.