"In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art."
Don’t you know yet? It is your light that lights the worlds.
The wound is the place where the Light enters you.
You are the light of the universe; never dim your shine.
The lamps are different, but the Light is the same.