The day is conscious of itself.
If you look too closely at the form, you miss the Essence.
Love said to me, there is nothing that is not me. Be silent.
Come to the Root of the Root of your Self
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.
Your breath touched my soul and I saw beyond all limits.