Oh, Wandering One, If You Are In

Even Though You Tie A Hundred Knots, The String Remains One.

There Is A Candle In Your Heart, Ready To Be Kindled.

When You Lose All Sense Of Self The Bonds Of A Thousands Chains Will Vanish. Lose Yourself Completely, Return To The Root Of The Root Of Your Own Soul.

Whenever Beauty Looks, Love Is Also There; Whenever Beauty Shows A Rosy Cheek Love Lights Her Fire From That Flame. When Beauty Dwells In The Dark Folds Of Night Love Comes And Finds A Heart Entangled In Tresses. Beauty And Love Are As Body And Soul. Beauty Is The Mine, Love Is The Diamond.

I Was Dead, Then Alive. Weeping, Then Laughing. The Power Of Love Came Into Me, And I Became Fierce Like A Lion, Then Tender Like The Evening Star.