Love beauty it is the shadow of God on the universe

Now I am nothing but a veil; all my body is a veil beneath which a child sleeps.

I have all that I lost and I go carrying my childhood like a favorite flower that perfumes my hand.

Speech is our second possession, after the soul-and perhaps we have no other possession in this world.

Let the earth look at me, and bless me, for now I am fecund and sacred, like the palms and the furrows.

In the secret of night, my prayer climbs like the liana, My prayer is, and I am not. It grows, and I perish. I have only my hard breath, my reason and my madness. I cling to the vine of my prayer. I tend it at the root of the stalk of night.

Love beauty it is the shadow of God on the universe