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Heart Be Brave. If You Cannot Be Brave, Just Go. Love's Glory Is Not A Small Thing.

Rise Up Nimbly And Go On Your Strange Journey!

The Way The Beloved Can Fit In My Heart, Two Thousand Lives Could Fit In This Body Of Mine. One Kernel Could Contain A Thousand Bushels, And A Hundred Worlds Pass Through The Eye Of The Needle.

In Truth Everything And Everyone Is A Shadow Of The Beloved, And Our Seeking Is His Seeking And Our Words Are His Words... We Search For Him Here And There, While Looking Right At Him. Sitting By His Side, We Ask: 'o Beloved, Where Is The Beloved?'

Your Legs Will Get Heavy And Tired. Then Comes A Moment Of Feeling The Wings You've Grown, Lifting.