Eight Angels Came to Me On Eight Nights
Each one told a story*******
On the seventh night an angel came to me
Playing an oud plucked from the fire
Listen to this
Said the angel
As she played I saw the notes rise into the air
The notes became seven branches of fire and on each side of the fire
Two bottles of fine olive oil.
What does it mean?
See this middle path?
It is the balanced axis of beauty
You are the meaning making machine, said the angel
Make it mean what you like —