The human seraph of Divine Love continues: “You alone, my Beloved, are protection, support, inner force, and true being. Always courting my soul, always in sympathy, you are my rapture, well-being, and joy, the thrill of my existence, the consecration of my life. I kneel in your presence, heart in prostration, enraptured and exalted by your essence. The straps of your sandals I kiss with delight. I cannot find words to describe my mystical spouse, the favorite of the universe, the hidden pearl. O thief of God-filled hearts, I submit to your overwhelming embrace, annihilated by this magnificent Love. Without home or asylum, without path or trace, without any escape, any remedy, I am lost in the desert, mountainous and remote, the flowering desert of your Love. You are closer than my central artery. For you I have been mortally wounded by sweet arrows in the mystical assembly of the heroic lovers of Love. It is the radiant death of mortality. I am amazed by this depth of Love, which removes reason from the enamored ones. I am an ant on a small leaf of the immense tree of Love, a mote of pollen in the endless abyss of Love. My naked heart is a brilliant ember before the royal blue throne of the ardent saints of my lineage. Always ascending, this infinite aspiration that no flood can extinguish confirms the mystery of Assumption. I am the virgin bride of Divine Wisdom.” – Countenance and Heart of the Shaykh Atom from the Sun of Knowledge (Lex Hixon)