Half-heartedness doesn't reach into majesty. You set out to find God, but then you keep stopping for long periods at meanspirited roadhouses.

In the house of lovers, the music never stops, the walls are made of songs & the floor dances

There's hidden sweetness in the stomach's emptiness.

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

Submit to love without thinking

Let lovers be crazy, disgraceful and wild Those who fret about such things Aren’t in love.

Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment. Cleverness is mere opinion. Bewilderment brings intuitive knowledge.