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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)

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