Love’s Secret Is Always Lifting Its Head

Is Your Face A Beautiful Blossom Or A Sweet Torture? I Have No Complaints But My Heart Is Tempted To Let You Hear Of Its Sorrows.

Let Yourself Be Silently Drawn By The Strange Pull Of What You Really Love. It Will Not Lead You Astray.

Let Go Of Your Worries Let Go Of Your Worries And Be Completely Clear-hearted, Like The Face Of A Mirror That Contains No Images. If You Want A Clear Mirror, Behold Yourself And See The Shameless Truth, Which The Mirror Reflects. If Metal Can Be Polished To A Mirror-like Finish, What Polishing Might The Mirror Of The Heart Require? Between The Mirror And The Heart Is This Single Difference: The Heart Conceals Secrets, While The Mirror Does Not.

There’s Nothing Left Of Me. I’m Like A Ruby Held Up To The Sunrise. Is It Still A Stone, Or A World Made Of Redness? It Has No Resistance To Sunlight.

Sorrows Are The Rags Of Old Clothes And Jackets That Serve To Cover, And Then Are Taken Off. That Undressing, And The Beautiful Naked Body Underneath, Is The Sweetness That Comes After Grief.