Give yourself completely to the one you call God. If you are not doing it you are wasting your time here.
There are no edges to my loving now.
Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love. In the depths there is a spring with all the water your heart is thirsty for.
I become a waterwheel, turning and tasting you, as long as water moves.
As long as an angel is not annihilated, it is a devil.
For hundreds of thousands of years I have been dust-grains floating and flying in the will of the air, often forgetting ever being in that state, but in sleep I migrate back.