The Past, the Future, O dear, is from you; you should regard both these as one.
Love so needs to love that it will endure almost anything, even abuse, just to flicker for a moment. But the sky's mouth is kind, its song will never hurt you, for I sing those words.
How do I know who I am or where I am? How could a single wave locate itself in an ocean.
I don’t know why; when I look at you, I see myself
He has afflicted you from every direction in order to pull you back to the directionless.
Mount the stallion of love and do not fear the path, love’s stallion knows the way exactly. With one leap, Love’s horse will carry you home.