Yosy Flug - Turning

In my heart's golden age
There is only one language;
And all hearts know it.
It's sung through the eyes
And the ears can see it.

In the golden eye of my heart
There is only one family:
Oh how lovely you are,
My dark skinned sister
From across the globe!

And love is the only worshipped
Through love for love's own sake.
Heretics melt before they reach
True love's devouring fire.

And you, my friend, are present
Whichever way we turn;
Without, within, beyond until –
There is no I nor thou.