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.

Stay in the spiritual fire. Let it cook you.

All my feelings have the color you desire to paint.

Indeed envy is a defect; worse than any other.

Why struggle to open a door between us when the whole wall is an illusion?

I should sell my tongue and buy a thousand ears when that One steps near and begins to speak.

If the Beautiful One is not inside you, then what is that Light hidden under your cloak?