In the middle of my heart, a star appeared, and the seven heavens were lost in its brilliance.
Jesus was lost in his love for God.
The feelings trembled and flapped in his chest like a bird newly put in a cage.
Because I cannot sleep I make music at night.
I'm in love! Your advice, what are they? Love has poisoned me! Your remedies, what are they? I hear them shout: "fast, Bind him feet!" But if my heart that has gone mad! Those strings on my feet What is the point?
Listen. Make a way for yourself inside yourself. Stop looking in the other way of looking.