Actually, your soul and mine are the same. We appear and disappear with each other.
Pale sunlight, pale the wall. Love moves away. The light changes I need more grace than I thought.
There's courage involved if you want to become Truth.
The Prophets accept all agony and trust it For the water has never feared the fire.
The way the Beloved can fit in my heart, two thousand lives could fit in this body of mine. One kernel could contain a thousand bushels, and a hundred worlds pass through the eye of the needle.
Submit to love without thinking