"The wound is the place where the Light enters you."
Don’t you know yet? It is your light that lights the worlds.
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.
You are the light of the universe; never dim your shine.
The lamps are different, but the Light is the same.