There are no edges to my loving now.
I grow silent. Dear soul, you speak.
I was there in the beginning and I was the spirit of love.
Who says the eternal being does not exist? Who says the sun has gone out? Someone who climbs up on the roof and closes his eyes tight, and says, I don't see anything.
Why am I seeking? I am the same as he. His essence speaks through me. I have been looking for myself
At every moment, Love's voice talks to us from left and from right. All we have to do is to know how to listen.