Enough of words. Come to me without a sound.
Oh you, unceasing sun, to me Your particles communicate The luminous essence of God, Are you our God? I do not know. Intoxicated, I say nought, Bewitched by the magic potion. I cannot differentiate Between my drunk and sober state.
I searched for God and found only myself. I searched for myself and found only God.
Drink from the presence of saints, not from those other jars.
The wealth within you, your essence, is your kingdom.
Would you become a pilgrim on the road of love? The first condition is that you make yourself humble as dust and ashes.