Lovers find secret places inside this violent world where they make transactions with beauty.
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Last night I learned how to be a lover of God. To live in this world and call nothing my own.
When the light returns to its source, it takes nothing of what it has illuminated.
Like a sculptor, if necessary, carve a friend out of stone. Realize that your inner sight is blind and try to see a treasure in everyone.
In the middle of my heart, a star appeared, and the seven heavens were lost in its brilliance.