Without The Dance Of The Veils Poem by Genova Maaa my mother

The mystic experiences
an ascent to the supernatural
plane of perception where,
without the dance of the veils,
the theological mysteries
in themselves and in their
changelessness appear
and in which the invisible
and the intangible inundates
with its fires, the dazzled
and sanctified soul.

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in such a way as to make headlines in heaven, eternal record of my love for you, that you might smile, as you receive, through me, the reward of your suffering. Amen')