My place is placeless, a trace of the traceless.
A seeker of Truth looks beyond the apparent and contemplates the hidden.
I am bewildered by the magnificence of your beauty; and wish to see you with a hundred eyes . . . I am in the house of mercy, and my heart is a place of prayer.
What a Joy, to travel the way of the heart
Because of your love I have broken with my past
Love is an endless ocean, with no beginning or end. Imagine, a suspended ocean, riding on a cushion of ancient secrets.