I turn all thorn then, but you come back again and make my thorniness fragrant and pink and petaled.
A mountain keeps an echo deep inside itself. That's how I hold your voice.
The testing of good and bad is in order that the gold may boil and bring the scum to the top.
The only thing that will keep you from finding that which you seek is calling off the search.
The Beloved is with you in the midst of your seeking! He holds your hand wherever you wander.
Get yourself out of the way, and let Joy have more space.