In the Name of the Beauty, the Sublime

In the Name of the Beauty, the Sublime

Time dilates.
Time is stopped.
Beauty has arrived.

Where beauty is,
Time stops,

The source of the universe.
The first water that overflowed from paradise is called beauty.

Perfection is living water.

The perfect place where your soul weeps.

In front of beauty one is in awe;
One is one.

Your heart beats in harmony,
this is true prayer.

You become the river of meaning.

Death no longer has any meaning now that you have lived beautifully,

We live for the beauty.

And beauty is everywhere.

Travel in time through the door open by the memory of a scent,
flying together with the music,

Reverberating with the rhythm,
mirroring the light,

soothe your eyes on what you cannot forget,

The smile, the breath, the hair, the light, the perfume, the touch,

The beating of her heart on your heart,
be one with all that surrounds you,
like a hole in the wind,

A leaf rippling on the river surface,
unseparated,

Beauty of the beauty,
you are perfection,

Time, form, matter, light from the Light;

I saw the bark of the trees,
and I became old.

I saw the white, untouched snow,
and I became a blanket for the earth.

I felt the clean smell of winter, honest,
and I filled with youth.

I looked up at the sky,
and there a bird was flying,
and I felt longing for it.

I heard how the river flows under pieces of ice
like giant, uncut diamonds.

I saw the branches heavy with snow,
and I understood that I live in a dream,
in a world where I am the first man.

I was walking,
and the blood was pounding in my cheeks,
I was burned by cold and by fire.

I was walking,
I was happy.

I was one with the earth.

Through beauty,

the entire world reflected itself in my heart,
and I became the world.