They try to say what you are, spiritual or sexual? They wonder about Solomon and all his wives. In the body of the world, they say, there is a soul and you are that. But we have ways within each other that will never be said by anyone.

In things spiritual, there is no partition, no number, no individuals. How sweet is the oneness-unearth the treasure of Unity.

Your spirit is mingled with mine what touches you, touches me.

Is it really so that the one I love is everywhere?

All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that,and I intend to end up there. Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul? I cannot stop asking. If I could taste one sip of an answer, I could break out of this prison for drunks. I didn’t come here of my own accord, and I can’t leave that way. Whoever brought me here, will have to take me home.

Come into my eyes, and look at me through them, for I have chosen a home far beyond what eyes can see.

On a day when the wind is perfect, the sail just needs to open and the world is full of beauty. Today is such a day.