Love has nothing to do with five senses and six directions:
its goal is only to experience attraction exerted by the Beloved.
Afterwards, perhaps, permission will come from God:
the secrets that ought to be told with be told
with an eloquence nearer to the understanding
that these subtle confusing allusions.
The secret is partner with none
but the knower of the secret:
in the skeptic's ear
the secret is no secret at all.