She's in the house. She's at turn after turn. She's behind me. She's in front of me. She's in my bed. She's on path after path, and I'm weak from want of her. O heart, there is no reality for me other than she she she she she she in the whole of the reeling world. And philosophers talk about Oneness.
Amaru (c. seventh century A.D.), Kashmirian king, compiler, author of some of the poems in the anthology which bears his name. translated from the Amaruataka by Martha Ann Selby, vs. 102, Motilal Banarsidass (1983).