The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was.

I was dead, then alive.
Weeping, then laughing.

The power of love came into me,
and I became fierce like a lion,
then tender like the evening star.

You dance inside my chest,
where no one sees you,

but sometimes I do, and that
sight becomes this art.

Soul, if you want to learn secrets,

your heart must forget about
shame
 and dignity.
You are God's lover,

yet you worry
what people
are saying.

I know you're tired but come, this is the way.

When someone beats a rug,
the blows are not against the rug,
but against the dust in it.