Late, by myself, in the boat of myself, no light and no land anywhere, cloudcover thick. I try to stay just above the surface, yet I'm already under and living within the ocean.
To find the Beloved, you must become the Beloved.
Apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.
Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray.
Beauty surrounds us, but usually we need to be walking in a garden to know it.
Let yourself be gently pulled by the deeper desire of what you want.