The light came through the window,
Straight from the sun above,
And so inside my little room
There plunged the rays of Love.

In streams of light I clearly saw
The dust you seldom see,
Out if which the Nameless makes
A Name for one like me.

I'll try to say a little more:
Love went on and on
Until it reached an open door-
Then Love Itself was gone.

(L.C, Love Itself)