Someone Who Does Not Run

In Love’s Country, Language Doesn’t Have Its Place. Love Is Mute.

The Garden Of Love Is Green Without Limit And Yields Many Fruits Other Than Sorrow Or Joy. Love Is Beyond Either Condition: Without Spring, Without Autumn, It Is Always Fresh.

Yesterday I Was Clever, So I Wanted To Change The World. Today I Am Wise, So I Am Changing Myself.

In Silence There Is Eloquence. Stop Weaving And See How The Pattern Improves.

I Drank That Wine Of Which The Soul Is Its Vessel. Its Ecstasy Has Stolen My Intellect Away. A Light Came And Kindled A Flame In The Depth Of My Soul. A Light So Radiant That The Sun Orbits Around It Like A Butterfly.