You Wander From Room To Room Hunting

The Lovers Of God Have No Religion But God Alone.

All Loves Are A Bridge To Divine Love. Yet, Those Who Have Not Had A Taste Of It Do Not Know!

Your Mind, This Globe Of Awareness, Is A Starry Universe. When You Push Off With Your Foot, A Thousand New Roads Become Clear.

Knock, And He'll Open The Door Vanish, And He'll Make You Shine Like The Sun Fall, And He'll Raise You To The Heavens Become Nothing, And He'll Turn You Into Everything.

Little By Little, Wean Yourself. This Is The Gist Of What I Have To Say. From An Embryo Whose Nourishment Comes In The Blood, Move To An Infant Drinking Milk, To A Child On Solid Food, To A Searcher After Wisdom, To A Hunter Of Invisible Game.