Let us put away our blinders and answer the call to Joy.

Thankfulness brings you to the place where the Beloved lives.

You live in my heart where no one sees you but I do. That vision becomes this art.

You left ground and sky weeping, mind and soul full of grief. No one can take your place in existence, or in absence. Both mourn, the angels, the prophets, and this sadness I feel has taken from me the taste of language, so that I cannot say the flavor of my being apart.

Tree limbs rise and fall like the ecstatic arms of those who have submitted to the mystical life. Leaf sounds talk together like poets making fresh metaphors.

What comes, will go. What is found, will be lost again. But what you are is beyond coming and going and beyond description.

The lion who breaks the enemy's ranks is a minor hero compared to the lion who overcomes himself.