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O Heaven Above Me, you pure one! Deep one! You abyss of light! Gazing on you I tremble with godlike desires.

To cast myself into your height - that is 'my' depth! To hide myself in your purity - that is 'my' innocence!

The god is veiled by its beauty: thus you hide your stars. You do not speak: 'thus' you proclaim your wisdom to me.

We have been friends from the beginning: we have grief and dread and ground in common; even the sun is common to us.

We do not speak to each other, because we know too much: we are silent together, we smile our knowledge to each other.

Are you not the light of my fire? Do you not have the sister soul to my insight?

Together we learned everything; together we learned to ascend beyond ourselves to ourselves and to smile cloudlessly: -

- to smile down cloudlessly out of luminous eyes and out of miles of distance, when constraint and purpose and guilt steam beneath us like rain.

And I wandered alone: for 'what' did my soul hunger by night and in labyrinthine paths? And I climbed mountains: 'whom' did I ever seek upon mountains, if not you?

And all my wandering and mountain climbing: it was merely sheer neccessity and help in my helplessness - my whole will wants only to 'fly', to fly into 'you'.