The wound is the place where the Light enters you.
The only thing that will keep you from finding that which you seek is calling off the search.
When you are everywhere, you are nowhere. When you are somewhere, you are everywhere.
Bitter your acts, bitter am I, Kindness your deeds, kindness am I, Pleasant and gentle, so you are, Fine honeyed lips and sweet talker.
And you? When will you begin that long journey into yourself?
Love is that flame that once kindled burns everything, and only the mystery and the journey remain.