There are no edges to my loving now.

Before death takes away what you are given, give away what there is to give.

Love is not written on paper, for paper can be erased. Nor is it etched on stone, for stone can be broken. But it is inscribed on a heart and there it shall remain forever.

My place is the Placeless, my trace is the Traceless ; 'Tis neither body nor soul, for I belong to the soul of the Beloved. I have put duality away, I have seen that the two worlds are one; One I seek, One I know, One I see, One I call.

I am not from east or west not up from the ground or out of the ocean my place is placeless a trace of the traceless I belong to the beloved

If you desire healing, let yourself fall ill let yourself fall ill.

Friend, our closeness is this: anywhere you put your foot, feel me in the firmness under you.