This is love

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment.

First, to let go of live.

In the end, to take a step without feet; to regard this world as invisible, and to disregard what appears to be the self.  Heart,

I said, what a gift it has been to enter this circle of lovers, to see beyond seeing itself, to reach and feel within the breast.