As you start to walk on the way, the way appears.
I have put duality away. I have seen the two worlds are one.
I am so mad with love that mad men say to me - be still!
A pen went scribbling along. When it tried to write love, it broke.
Everything is soul and flowering.
What is the mirror of Being? Non-being. Bring non-being as your gift, if you are not a fool.