Every rose that is sweet-scented within, That rose is telling of the secrets of the Universal.
Even though you tie a hundred knots, the string remains one.
Love is the soul's light, the taste of morning, no me, no we, no claim of being.
Love's creed is separate from all religions.
Live life as if its rigged in your favor.
What is the mirror of Being? Non-being. Bring non-being as your gift, if you are not a fool.