See one changeless beauty in all the things,
See in the separate things, One beauty,
That is neither joined to them nor separate,
He who is under the influence of true love,
Only he can see that beauty,
He sees that his consciousness is a true ladder,
Along which he could mount upwards to see,
The essential beauty that is invisible to human eye,
Gazing at fair essence of forms, at last he finds,
That man is the epitome of mystic beauty
Mykoul
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