There is a fountain inside you. Don't walk around with an empty bucket.
I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.
Try another way of looking. Try you looking and the whole universe seeing.
Oh, bird of my soul, fly away now, For I possess a hundred fortified towers.
O Beloved, where is the Beloved?
You have been hiding so long aimlessly drifting in the sea of my love Even so You have always been connected to me Connected, revealed in the known in the unmanifest I am life itself