Journey From The Self To The Self

There Is No Worse Sickness For The Soul, O You Who Are Proud, Than This Pretense Of Perfection.

But Learn This Custom From The Flower: Silence Your Tongue.

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.

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, But Sometimes I Do, And That Sight Becomes This Art.

This Is The Essence Of All Sciences - That You Should Know Who You Will Be When The Day Of Reckoning Arrives.