A craftsman pulled a reed from the reedbed, cut holes in it, and called it a human being. Since then, it's been wailing a tender agony of parting, never mentioning the skill that gave it life as a flute

Stop the words now. Open the window in the center of your chest, and let the spirits fly in and out.

Is it really so that the one I love is everywhere?

Your legs will get heavy and tired. Then comes a moment of feeling the wings you've grown, lifting.

Whatever happens to you, don't fall in despair. Even if all the doors are closed, a secret path will be there for you that no one knows. You can't see it yet but so many paradises are at the end of this path...Be grateful! It is easy to thank after obtaining what you want, thank before having what you want.

What? Are you still pretending you are separate from the Beloved?

Let the waters settle and you will see the moon and the stars mirrored in your own being.