Everything That Is Made Beautiful And Fair

We Are The Mirror, As Well As The Face In It. We Are Tasting The Taste Of Eternity This Minute. We Are Pain And What Cures Pain. We Are The Sweet Cold Water And The Jar That Pours. Soul Of The World, No Life, Nor World Remain, No Beautiful Women And Men Longing. Only This Ancient Love Circling The Holy Black Stone Of Nothing. Where The Lover Is The Loved, The Horizon And Everything Within It.

Everything You Possess Of Skill, And Wealth, And Handicraft, Wasn't It First Merely A Thought And A Quest?

Love Is The Soul's Light, The Taste Of Morning, No Me, No We, No Claim Of Being.

Why Struggle To Open A Door Between Us When The Whole Wall Is An Illusion?

The Past, The Future, O Dear, Is From You; You Should Regard Both These As One.