Knowest thou not the beauty of thine own face? Quit this temper that leads thee to war with thyself.

Oh soul,you worry too much.You have seen your own strength.You have seen your own beauty.You have seen your golden wings.Of anything less,why do you worry?You are in truththe soul, of the soul, of the soul.

Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.

In your light I learn how to love.In your beauty, how to make poems.You dance inside my chest,where no one sees you.

The Eternal looked upon me for a moment with His eye of power, and annihilated me in His being, and become manifest to me in His essence. I saw I existed through Him.

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.