Like A Shadow, I Am

I Am Dying Into Your Mystery, And Dying, I Am Now No Other Than That Mystery. I Open To Your Majesty As An Orchard Welcomes Rain, And Twenty Times That.

For The Thirst To Possess Your Love, Is Worth My Blood A Hundred Times.

Love Is The Whole Thing. We Are Only Pieces.

We Are The Fingertips Of Blind Illusion, You Are The Absolute Cause Of Causes.

And Even If This World Burns Up Hidden Harps Will Still Play Here.