We Are As The Flute, And The

People Are Distracted By Objects Of Desire, And Afterwards Repent Of The Lust They've Indulged, Because They Have Indulged With A Phantom And Are Left Even Farther From Reality Than Before. Your Desire For The Illusory Is A Wing, By Means Of Which A Seeker Might Ascend To Reality. When You Have Indulged A Lust, Your Wing Drops Off; You Become Lame And That Fantasy Flees. Preserve The Wing And Don't Indulge Such Lust, So That The Wing Of Desire May Bear You To Paradise. People Fancy They Are Enjoying Themselves, But They Are Really Tearing Out Their Wings For The Sake Of An Illusion.

We Can't Help Being Thirsty, Moving Toward The Voice Of Water. Milk Drinkers Draw Close To The Mother. Muslims, Christians, Jews, Buddhists, Hindus, Shamans, Everyone Hears The Intelligent Sound And Moves With Thirst To Meet It.

In The House Of Lovers, The Music Never Stops, The Walls Are Made Of Songs & The Floor Dances

We Are Tasting The Taste Of Eternity This Minute.

The Rose Does Best As A Rose. Lilies Make The Best Lilies. And Look! You - The Best You Around!