"O Arse," I said...
"may you be blessed
to have entered the lovers' circle!
To look beyond the range of the eye's vision,
to penetrate the passages of the soul!
How did this breath come to you, my Soul?
How this throbbing, my Heart?
Bird - speak the birds' language,
I can understand your hidden meaning!"
The Soul answered,
"I was in the Divine Factory,
while the dwelling of clay and water was baking.
I was flying away from this material workshop,
while the workshop was being created.
When I could resist no more,
they dragged me,
and moulded me
into shape,
like a ball."
