In your beauty, how to make poems.
I lost everything i have, found myself.
You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you,
Your grief for what you've lost lifts a mirror up to where you're bravely working.
What comes, will go. What is found, will be lost again. But what you are is beyond coming and going and beyond description.
My friend, you thought you lost Him; that all your life you've been separated from Him. Filled with wonder, you've always looked outside for Him, and haven't searched within your own house.
A lover is always accused of something. But when he finds his love, whatever was lost in the looking comes back completely changed.
Doing as others told me, I was Blind. Coming when others called me, I was Lost. Then I left everyone, myself as well. Then I found Everyone, Myself as well.
In your light I learn how to love.