The garden is bewildered as to what is leaf
or blossom. The distracted birds
can’t distinguish the birdseed from the snare.
A house of love with no limits,
a presence more beautiful than venus or the moon,
a beauty whose image fills the mirror of the heart.
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Love has nothing to do with
its goal is only to experiencethe attraction exerted by the Beloved.Afterwards, perhaps, permissionwill come from God:the secrets that ought to be told will be toldwith an eloquence nearer to the understandingof these subtle confusing allusions.The secret is partner with nonebut the knower of the secret:in the skeptic’s earthe secret is no secret at all.
The springtime of Lovers has come,
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