The woman to whom is unveiled the mystery of Love
Exists no longer, but vanishes into Love.
Place before the Sun a burning candle
And watch its brilliance disappear before that blaze.
The candle exists no longer, it is transformed into Light;
There are no more signs of it, it itself becomes sign.
I've entered a really introspective space. School is really intense and life is life. I'm just trying to figure things out and keep some sort of....balance.
But, no need to fret. I'll be back really really soon, and with a big announcement about this blog's most successful series [hint hint...].