If you wish for light, Be ready to receive light.
There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground; there are a thousand ways to go home again.
Don’t knock on any random door like a beggar. Reach your long hand out to another door, beyond where you go on the street, the street where everyone says, "How are you?" and no one says How aren’t you?
This is a subtle truth. Whatever you love, you are.
No more words. Hear only the voice within.
O Beloved, where is the Beloved?