My beloved, you asked me today: What is the perfume of the Flower of Knowledge?

I said: Remember? You once smelled deep of my perfume? When you could see me. Beloved!

Like the musk deer you now run, wild. Blindly, madly. Searching high and low for the source of that scent, so familiar.

Beloved! Stand still. Rest your weary head a moment! Bow down a little! Beloved! That you may catch a whiff, from within, of my perfume, that perfume.

It’s the Presence of the Soul, of the Source, of the Truth that you inhale.

And that is the perfume of the Flower of Knowledge.

Take it in deep!