Soul, if you want to learn secrets,
your heart must forget about shame
You are God's lover,
yet you worry what people are saying.
The rope belt the early Christians wore
to show who they were, throw it away.
Inside you are sweet beyond telling,
and the cathedral there,
so deeply tall.
Evening now, more your desire
than a woman's hair.
And not knowledge,
walk with those innocent of that,
faces inside fire, birds nesting
near the coast, earning their beauty,
servants to the ocean. There is a sun
within every person, the you
we call companion.