Love Is the Treasure The temple of love is not love itself; True love is the treasure, Not the walls about it. Do not admire the decoration, But involve yourself in the essence, The perfume that invades and touches you- The beginning and the end. Discovered, this replaces all else, The apparent and the unknowable. Time and space are slaves to this presence.

The lovers of God have no religion but God alone.

A man or a woman is said to be absorbed when the water has total control of him, and he no control of the water. A swimmer moves around willfully. An absorbed being has no will but the water's going. Any word or act is not really personal, but the way the water has of speaking or doing. As when you hear a voice coming out of a wall, and you know that it's not the wall talking, but someone inside, or perhaps someone outside echoing off the wall. Saints are like that. They've achieved the condition of a wall, or a door.

Your light is more magnificent than sunrise or sunset

Do you pay regular visits to yourself? Don't argue or answer rationally. Let us die, and dying, reply.

I cannot stop asking. If I could taste one sip of an answer, I could break out of this prison for drunks.

Love's creed is separate from all religions.