Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.
My lips got lost on the way to the kiss - that's how drunk I was.
There is my body, in it an ocean formed of his glory, all the creation, all the universes, all the galaxies, are lost in it.
When water gets caught in habitual whirlpools, dig a way out through the bottom of the ocean.
Close both eyes to see with the other eye.
Swim out of your little pond.