Love is the sea where intellect drowns.
Be relentless in your looking, because you are the one you seek.
Do you pay regular visits to yourself? Don't argue or answer rationally. Let us die, and dying, reply.
This is a subtle truth. Whatever you love, you are.
The waterwheel accepts water and turns and gives it away, weeping.
Heartsick, heartbroken - to know love is to know pain. What could be more common? Even so, each broken heart is so singular that with it we probe the divine.