Put Your Thoughts To Sleep, Do Not

What Does This Patch-sewing Mean You Ask? Eating And Drinking. The Heavy Cloak Of The Body Is Always Getting Torn. You Patch It With Food And Other Ego-satisfactions.

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?

Oh You, Unceasing Sun, To Me Your Particles Communicate The Luminous Essence Of God, Are You Our God? I Do Not Know. Intoxicated, I Say Nought, Bewitched By The Magic Potion. I Cannot Differentiate Between My Drunk And Sober State.

I Made An Oath To Myself: As Long As I Live As Long As My Soul Remains In This Body I Won't Deviate From The Right Way But Later I Looked To My Left And Then To My Right And I Saw Our Beloved Everywhere How Could I Make A Wrong Turn?

Maybe You Are Searching Among The Branches, For What Only Appears In The Roots.