If in thirst you drink water from a cup, you see God in it. Those who are not in love with God will see only their own faces in it.
I am not this hair, I am not this skin, I am the soul that lives within.
There are no edges to my loving now.
Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.
Love is the whole thing. We are only pieces.
Everyone turns toward someone. Look for one scarred by the King's polo stick.