Unfortunately, I am a perfectionist even after death becomes me. The beauty of being, is that one passes through all the veils of the name.
One is not living without having transcended it. Wouldn’t you like to play the role darling? The states of being, indefinable, innumerable is on its own a journey past the Bridge to the Sanctuary of Love. You see, through Love, one attains to Life. And Life, is utmost beauty incomparable.
Israël in its garments of red, and black
Dotes on the breath, on the heart;
Between it and Love, a finer veil
Between two nonpareil mountains
Of twilight, and day two poles twirl
Like stars eager to touch, to love
Two Suns never meet, for between
Concealed and only through death, do
They meet as Waters before Light
Il più semplice, ma più doloroso … il suo nettare delicato è la salvezza, la trascendenza dell’anima per l’eternità – L’Amore