beauty tears a cry from me

This is the enigma. Softness is born from strength.

You! The voice says, and I am born.  Look! She says, and I see everything.  Touch! and I am touched.  Her body makes me speak.  There is a link between my breath and her brilliance.  Surprise! Beauty tears a cry from me.  Yes! her beauty strikes me.  Produces streaming.  Makes me flow.  She seduces my forces. Gentleness.  Gives me the desire to complete her.  Emptying me.  Recasts me.  Projects new traits.  Now at last I resemble her. 

How beautiful I am.                     Helene Cixous