I Am An Ark In

The Soul Lives There In The Silent Breath.

Love Is Such A Vast Sea, It Has Neither Edges Nor Ends Nor Corners.

No Better Love Than Love With No Object

Submit To Love Without Thinking

When The Rose Is Gone And The Garden Faded You Will No Longer Hear The Nightingale's Song. The Beloved Is All; The Lover Just A Veil. The Beloved Is Living; The Lover A Dead Thing. If Love Withholds Its Strengthening Care, The Lover Is Left Like A Bird Without Care, The Lover Is Left Like A Bird Without Wings. How Will I Be Awake And Aware If The Light Of The Beloved Is Absent? Love Wills That This Word Be Brought Forth.