Love is the movement
of the heart
through which we
become ourselves.

Wisdom is the stillness
of the mind,
where everything
is what it is.

Our poems bring precision
to the motion
of the heart — intensity.

Philosophy brings precision
to the calm
of the mind — a clarity.

When the tension of the string
in the lyre,

when the sharpness of the light
              in the lamp,

is tuned
              and focused,

I am alone.