My Soul Is Naked. It Wears The

Happy, Not From Anything That Happens. Warm, Not From Fire Or A Hot Bath. Light, I Register Zero On A Scale.

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.

I Have No Companion But Love, No Beginning, No End, No Dawn. The Soul Calls From Within Me: 'you, Ignorant Of The Way Of Love, Set Me Free.'

Let Yourself Be Drawn By The Stronger Pull Of That Which You Truly Love.

Your Name Is Upon My Tongue Your Image Is In My Sight Your Memory Is In My Heart Where Can I Send These Words That I Write ?