I Said, O Love, Tell Me This:

Love Is The Soul's Light, The Taste Of Morning, No Me, No We, No Claim Of Being.

Oh, Wandering One, If You Are In Search Of The Greatest Treasure, Don't Look Outside. Look Within, And Seek That.

You Are Not Your Body; You Are The Eye. When You See The Spirit, You Are Free Of The Body. A Human Being Is An Eye – The Rest Is Just Flesh And Bones. Whatever Your Eye Sees, You Are That.

Intellect In Its Effort To Explain Love Got Stuck In The Mud Like An Ass. Love Alone Could Explain Love And Loving.

Loaves Of Bread Remind Us Of Sunlight, But When We Are Inside That Orb,we Lose Interest In Building Ovens,in Millwork And The Preparation Of Fields Before The Planting.