Only the soul knows what love is.
Remember, the entrance door to the sanctuary is inside you.
We've given up making a living, its all this crazy love poetry now!
I saw many humans on whom there were no clothes. I saw many clothes in which there were no humans.
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.
The source is within you. And this whole world is springing up from it.