I used to disown my companion, 

If my religion leaned not to his, 

But my heart is now accepting every picture:
Pastures for the deers, a convent for the monk 
A temple for the idols, a Kaabah for the pilgrim,
And boards for the Torah and a book for the noble Quran. 
I follow the religion of love wherever its tracks take me, 
For love is my religion and my faith.

Ibn Arabi
(My translation)