I Become A Waterwheel, Turning And Tasting

Love Is The House Of God And You Are Living In That House.

When You Resolve To Become Pious, The Devil In Your Nature Cries Out At You, "tread Not Those Paths, O Confused One; Distress And Poverty Will Overcome You. You Will Be Despised, Let Down By Friends, You Will Regret It." Dread Of The Devil Has Bound Their Souls; The Cries Of The Devil Are The Drover Of The Damned; The Call Of The Lord Is A Guardian Of The Saints.

Eventhough You Are Not Equipped, Keep Searching: Equipment Isn't Necessary On The Way To The Lord. Whoever You See Engaged In Search, Become Her Friend And Cast Your Head In Front Of Her, For Choosing To Be A Neighbour Of Seekers, You Become One Yourself; Protected By Conquerors, You Will Yourself Learn To Conquer. If An Ant Seeks The Rank Of Solomon, Don't Smile Contemptuously Upon Its Quest. And Of All Your Skills, And Wealth And Handicraft, Weren't They First Merely A Thought And A Quest?

The Love Religion Is All That Is Written Here.

Truth Lifts The Heart, Like Water Refreshes Thirst.