There is a basket of fresh bread on your head, yet you go door to door asking for crusts.
Know that the outward form passes away, but the world of reality remains forever. How long will you play at loving the shape of the jug? Leave the jug; go, seek the water!
Watch for all that beauty reflecting from you and sing a love song to your existence.
Intellect in its effort to explain Love got stuck in the mud like an ass. Love alone could explain love and loving.
I long to escape the prison of my ego and lose myself in You.
You are the soul of the soul of the universe, and your name is Love.