The Theophany of Perfection
Oh, my beloved! How many times I have called you without your hearing Me!
How many times have I shown myself without your looking at Me!
How many times have I become perfume without your inhaling Me!
How many times I have become food without your tasting Me!
How is it that you do not smell Me in what you breathe?
How do you not see Me, nor hear Me?
I am more delicious than anything delicious,
More desirable than anything desirable,
More perfect than anything perfect.
I am Beauty and Grace!
Love Me and love nothing else
Let Me be your sole concern to the exclusion of all concerns.