Look for the answer inside your question.

Lightning, your presence from ground to sky, no one knows what becomes of me, when you take me so quickly.

Do you pay regular visits to yourself? Don't argue or answer rationally. Let us die, and dying, reply.

In their seeking, wisdom and madness are one and the same. On the path of love, friend and stranger are one and the same.

A lover asked his beloved, Do you love yourself more than you love me? Beloved replied, I have died to myself and I live for you. I've disappeared from myself and my attributes, I am present only for you. I've forgotten all my learnings, but from knowing you I've become a scholar. I've lost all my strength, but from your power I am able. I love myself...I love you. I love you...I love myself.

The lovers of God never run out of patience, for they know that time is needed for the crescent moon to become full.

Why am I seeking? I am the same as he. His essence speaks through me. I have been looking for myself