Love One Another, But Make Not A

The Soul Unfolds Itself, Like A Lotus Of Countless Petals.

Wit Is Often A Mask. If You Tear It You Will Find Either Genius Irritated Or Cleverness Juggling.

Your Clothes Conceal Much Of Your Beauty, Yet They Hide Not The Unbeautiful.

The Thirst Of Soul Is Sweeter Than The Wine Of Material Things, And The Fear Of Spirit Is Dearer Than The Security Of The Body.

When You Were A Wandering Desire In The Mist, I Too Was There, A Wandering Desire. Then We Sought One Another, And Out Of Our Eagerness Dreams Were Born. And Dreams Were Time Limitless, And Dreams Were Space Without Measure.