If you want to know me, start by adoring my reflection, unfold its wanderings, invite it to keep you company in the shower. The long black beast stuck to your bare feet and only light does it spread, but without it, there is no being.

If you want me, whiten my shadow. If you still can, be my light suggestion; who else could it be if not you? And if you, by any chance, may forget to understand me, fix it passion; misrepresent its utterance in the shrine. This only is my glory now.

Reminiscing last night’s story, your truth is seized by the unknown and the sun rises from our cup of coffee. If you feast your eyes upon the sunrise, my ardor returns to God.