Let People Catch Something From Your Heart

Love Is A Tree; And Lovers Are Its Shade.

Every Soul Becomes Gold When Touched By The Beloved.

What? Are You Still Pretending You Are Separate From The Beloved?

Someone Who Goes With A Half A Loaf Of Bread To A Small Place That Fits Like A Nest Around Him, Someone Who Wants No More, Who Is Not Himself Longed For By Anyone Else. He Is A Letter To Everyone. You Open It. It Says, Live.

The Past, The Future, O Dear, Is From You; You Should Regard Both These As One.