Daylight, full of small dancing particles. Can you see them when I whisper in your ear?
Everything that is made beautiful and fair and lovely is made for the eye of one who sees.
The Prophets accept all agony and trust it For the water has never feared the fire.
You believe God is not there, but He is, Hidden in the secret of the divine mystery
Rise up nimbly and go on your strange journey!
Actually, your soul and mine are the same. We appear and disappear with each other.