Love said to me, there is nothing that is not me. Be silent.
All we really want is love's confusing joy.
I went inside my heart to see how it was. Something there makes me hear the whole world weeping.
You are dreaming your thirst when the water you want is inside the big vein on your neck.
God picks up the reed-flute world and blows. Each note is a need coming through one of us, a passion, a longing pain. Remember the lips where the wind-breath originated, and let your note be clear. Don't try to end it. Be your note.
Don't you know yet? It is your Light that lights the worlds.