Carry your baggage towards silence , when you seek the signs of the way.
I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.
In the Friend-place nothing true can be said. Let Me Just Be Here.
There is an original inside me.
Who gets up early to discover the moment light begins?
Because the Beloved wants to know, unseen things become manifest. Hiding is the hidden purpose of creation.