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To see beauty is a privilege, and to feel it as if it is within you is the completion of privileges. Love is to fold time into a moment, leaving you puzzled whether what you see is outside of you or inside you! Is it you, or are you it? To have your breath taken away in an attempt to listen is the secret of love; to take off your shoes in a valley of silence and hear clarity speaking, questioning whether it has spoken from outside you or from within. Love is silence and listening; love is blindness to anything other than the one who possesses the heart. Love is a secret that does not speak, and if it does speak, it silences the worlds. To be affected by absence as you are by presence, to have all states balanced before you, and to see the light even when all the lamps are extinguished; to be faithful when failures multiply, to be merciful even when the dagger of betrayal is in your back, to believe while people disbelieve, and to acknowledge while they deny, to stand at the door of God even if He does not open it for you, to work even if you are not rewarded, to turn your face in all directions hoping that one direction holds your intended face, and to remember your intention standing, sitting, and lying down in all forms, glimpsing and speaking about it. You do not feel hunger or nakedness because you have never left His gardens.