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Lovers Move Like Lightning And Wind. No Contest. Theologians Mumble, Rumble-dumble, Necessity And Free Will, While Lover And Beloved Pull Themselves Into Each Other.

Purify Your Eyes, And See The Pure World. Your Life Will Fill With Radiant Forms.

Woman Is A Ray Of God. She Is Not That Earthly Beloved: She Is Creative, Not Created.

Get Yourself Out Of The Way, And Let Joy Have More Space.

The Dark Thought, The Shame, The Malice, Meet Them At The Door Laughing, And Invite Them In.