Lovers don't meet in the end, they are in each other forever.
Inside any deep asking is the answering.
The kitchen of the body darkens the lives of lovers. Fasting came to enlighten them.
I am not from east or west not up from the ground or out of the ocean my place is placeless a trace of the traceless I belong to the beloved
The radiant one in me has never said a word.
When setting out on a journey do not seek advice from someone who never left home