I am like the heaven, like the moon, like a candle by your glow; I am all reason, all love, all soul, by your soul.
Looking up gives light, although at first it makes you dizzy.
Never be without remembrance of Him, for His remembrance gives strength and wings to the bird of the Spirit.
What? Are you still pretending you are separate from the Beloved?
Your eyelashes will write on my heart the poem that could never come from the pen of a poet.
There is a void in your soul, ready to be filled. You feel it, don't you? You feel the separation from the Beloved. Invite Him to fill you up, embrace the fire.