Let me sit here, on the threshold of two worlds. Lost in the eloquence of silence.
Oh, bird of my soul, fly away now, For I possess a hundred fortified towers.
Be like a tree and let the dead leaves drop.
We are all the same… all the same… longing to find our way back… back to the One… back to the only One!
Wherever a pain is, that's where the cure goes; wherever poverty is, that's where provision goes. Wherever a difficult question is, that's where the answer goes; wherever a ship is, water goes to it. Don't seek the water; increase your thirst, so water may gush forth from above and below.
Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absentminded. Someone sober will worry about things going badly. Let the lover be.