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He that loves not knows not God; for God is love. (the Bible)

Rumi, on the same:
Love and imagination do many things.  They conjure up a sweetheart's form,

so that you can speak to it, "Do you love me?" Yes,
yes...

Let your teacher be love
itself, not someone with a white

beard.  In the state of fana, love without form says,
I am the source of sober clarity

and drunken excitement.  You have loved my reflection
informs so well that now there's

no mediating.  When a Christian longs to be
forgiven, the priest disappears

in that longing.  Water flows out of the ground over
a stone.  No one calls it a stone

anymore.  It's the pure substance pouring over it, a
spring.  These forms we're

in are like bowls.  They acquire value from what
pours through to serve as nourishment;

then they're washed and put away for the next
use.