O Beloved, where is the Beloved?
You are the Truth from foot to brow. Now, what else would you like to know?
My place is the Placeless, my trace is the Traceless ; 'Tis neither body nor soul, for I belong to the soul of the Beloved. I have put duality away, I have seen that the two worlds are one; One I seek, One I know, One I see, One I call.
Lovers are patient and know that the moon needs time to become full.
Every bird will follow it's specie.
There's hidden sweetness in the stomach's emptiness.