It occupies your sharp looks,
It breaks and enters the base of your eyes.
It saturates your colorless imagination and dreams,
Becoming pale like milk and as conscious as the sky.
Your feelings are released, your soul is free, uninhibited,
Your mood is good, senses are cleansed.
Now you can heighten your spirit.
Hurry to go to the sky, your heart is a fireplace.
--tr. Asror Allayarov from "The Gate Opened by Angels"
Portrait of a Heart -- Christian Schoel