You think of yourself
as a citizen of the universe.
You think you belong
to this world of dust and matter.
Out of this dust
you have created a personal image,
and have forgotten
about the essence of your true origin

Lovers find secret places
inside this violent world
where they make transactions
with beauty.

Do you know what you are?
You are a manuscript oÆ’ a divine letter.
You are a mirror reflecting a noble face.
This universe is not outside of you.
Look inside yourself;
everything that you want,
you are already that.

Woman is the light of God.

A wealth you cannot imagine
flows through you.
Do not consider what strangers say.
Be secluded in your secret heart-house,
that bowl of silence.

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

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