Let the Beloved be a hat pulled down firmly on my head.
Ignorance is God's prison. Knowing is God's palace
You, ignorant of the way of Love, set Me free.
Spirit, find your way, in seeking lowness like a stream.
God writes spiritual Mysteries on our heart, where they wait silently for discovery.
Oh sky, without me, do not change, Oh moon, without me, do not shine; Oh earth, without me, do not grow, Oh time, without me, do not go. ...Oh, you cannot go, without me.