I have come not to teach but to awaken. From the beginning of man-time I have laid down principles and given precepts for men's well-being, but they have made a mockery of my teaching. Instead of practicing the compassion I taught, men have waged wars in my name; instead of living the humility, purity and truth of my words they have given way to hatred, greed and violence.
Because men in the past have been deaf to the principles and precepts given them, this time I am silent. You have asked for, and been given, enough words — it is now time to live them. To get nearer to God you have to get further and further from 'I,' 'my,' 'me' and 'mine.' You do not have to renounce anything but your own self. It is just as simple and as impossible as that. But it is possible by my Grace. And I have come to release that Grace.
I am the divine Beloved who loves you more than you can ever love yourself. When I release the flood of Truth — which is what I have come to do — men's daily lives will be the living precepts, and the words I have not spoken will come to life in them.
The time of Grace is so near that the only thing that can count now is love.
He who is eternally silent talked with us in the words of our own tongue.
Then he stopped talking — and we still await the time when his Silence-song
will be sung.
We say we wait — but it is he who waits in the caves of our ears
Blissful, aloof; yet in his compassion weeping for us our tears.
For three nights now the moon has come up out of the ocean like a shield
Give me a sun-sword in the morning, Beloved, and a different tale will
Your Silence, the breaking of your Silence and the uttering of your Word
Are your business, and concern on my part would be absurd.
What is of concern is the rumor that you still have a wine-cellar somewhere
in Love Street.
Give me a hint, Beloved. You know from experience that I can be discreet.
If ever I find your door and you bring me in, I will not care
Whether you speak or not; on my wine-scented breath your real name I
Silence has ever been your role and babbling has always been mine.
Let your Silence and my babbling both end in the song of pouring wine.
So long as we seek solace in words we will never understand the Beloved's
And we will turn away in hot shame from his beauty to the embraces of
How far does a man have to look before he can believe?
How wide does he have to open his arms before he can receive?