Beloved!
May I listen the song of your Beauty,
With tunes that are yours and not mine,
To measure Your beauty by human imagination,
Is to try to hold water in fisherman's net,
You are beyond the philosophers' imagination,
You are not that what the philosophers assume,
I know from You procedes everything,
I know to you ultimately returns everything,
Oneness is the essence of your all creation -
That is the manifestation of your hidden being
Mykoul
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