Your heart is the size of an ocean. Go find yourself in its hidden depths.
Listen to the reed how it tells a tale, complaining of separations Saying, Ever since I was parted from the reed-bed, my lament hath caused man and woman to moan. I want a bosom torn by severance, that I may unfold (to such a one) the pain of love-desire. Every one who is left far from his source wishes back the time when he was united with it.