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Into the crucible of my solitude,
you enter like the dawn, you surge forward like fire.
You sweep into my soul like a river bursting its banks.
And your laughter floods all my lands.
When I looked deep inside myself, I found nothing:
there, where everything was dark, a huge sun was turning.
There where everything was dead, a small spring was dancing.
A tiny woman who took up so much space:
I could not believe it.
Love is the only true knowledge.
Love itself is an impenetrable mystery.
Christian Bobin
(translated by C. Johnston)