The self awakes to that which is within,
rather than to that which is without,
to the immanent and to the personal.
Those who look in receive
the wound of divine love.
It rends apart the hard
tissues of I-hood and
its inevitable setting
in relief of their own
poor finite selves,
to a wound.
((Divine Complement and Twin Flames are one and the same- Pinterest) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh my dear poet, the mysteries you open are very deep as well as hard, does any one understand it, except your sweet poetess Marie Shine, so write something which simple souls are able to understand.