I would love to kiss you.
The price of kissing is your life.
Now my loving is running toward my life, shouting
What a bargain! Let's buy it!
And. He, like, so totally knew what he was talking about... dudes. Anything written by masters works on at least two levels. Inner and outer, inner and further inner, outer and way outer and upper, and even sometimes, when one's really smokin', in all ten directions. Whatever school you follow, if it is a true one, The Sufi's fullest meaning here will be recognized.
If not, you'll think he meant sex.
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