nor even two hours;
neither were there ever two leaves of a tree alike since the creation of the world;
and the genuine productions of art,
like those of nature,
are all distinct from one another
—wanting nothing more,
desiring nothing else.
It’s like magic,
even greater than magic.
when the real nectar of divine love flows within the body,
all boundaries dissolve, all categories vanish.
I am a flowing nectar.
I am a budding rose.
I am intrinsic joy