This that is tormented and very tired, tortured with restraints like a madman, this heart.

A servant wants to be rewarded for what he does. A lover wants only to be in love's presence, that ocean whose depth will never be known.

Love is the sea where intellect drowns.

From the urgent way lovers want each other to the seeker's search for truth, all moving is from the mover. Every Pull Draws Us To The Ocean.

My place is the Placeless, my trace is the Traceless ; 'Tis neither body nor soul, for I belong to the soul of the Beloved. I have put duality away, I have seen that the two worlds are one; One I seek, One I know, One I see, One I call.

For the water animals, the ocean is like a garden; for the land animals, it is death and pain.

Maybe you are searching among the branches, for what only appears in the roots.