Open your hands if you want to be held.
You are a fountain of the sun's light. I am a willow shadow on the ground. You make my raggedness silky.
Why struggle to open a door between us when the whole wall is an illusion?
My place is placeless, a trace of the traceless.
Every leaf that grows will tell you: what you sow will bear fruit, so if you have any sense my friend, don't plant anything but Love.
Fall in love in such a way that it frees you from any connecting.