With A Heart Dipped Into Light I. Poem by Ildiko Guba

Sorrowful, when the barbarous soberings smite into the Heart's ways. The Heart's got frightened and shrivels. It doesn't dare to be disengaged any more, locked into stocks. Mights, for perishing there at all.

Though, how a mighty miracle is the Heart! It is the only contact point between the Time and Eternity. The body moulders, the senses simmer down, but the Heart, if it has treasure hidden in, already undestroyable! The Eternal Spirit itself puts His stream into it and makes glittering inside untill the fated time.
Thence spring all that we can be carriers of the deiform existence. This is the greatest recognition at that very moment it affects us to receive.
Oh, how far less we know about this, than we would be allowed to know!

The Nature's Eternal Order is the gardian of the Life. All of Its endeavour to keep on protecting for the beauty, the goodness, the love, the faithfulness, the justice, the creation and the created things.
Hereof, the estranged-became, from this being notched off, man-created orders merely inferior imitations, and when they occasionally are fluoroscoped from on high, comes in sight that their nature has been arisen from the appetency for power, their principles are stocks - in which the Heart is for being frosen.
These orders can only be operated with numbed hearts, since their haughty Lords' aim to abolish the Light.

Certainly, it is possible to exist with the elimination of the Heart.
Who escape from their fears and spend their tiny earthtime in an embalmed state; so their vacant eye reflects merely the flourishes of their greedy and avaricious slavedrivers.