Rumi
Come to the orchard in Spring,
There is light and wine and sweethearts in the pomegranate flowers.
If you do not come, these do not matter.
If you do come these do not matter.
In silent awareness all beliefs and concepts dissolve in the fire of Now.
Come to the orchard in Spring,
Really there is no East, no West,
Like the little stream
And goo goo wa wa - words that are not words.
Self is only Being -
One Instant is eternity
You live in illusion and the appearance of things.
Don't look at your form, however ugly or beautiful.
Stupid ones, childish ones,