Strange, The Desire For Certain Pleasures Is

A Traveller I Am, And A Navigator, And Everyday I Discover A New Region Within My Soul.

Love Has No Other Desire But To Fulfill Itself, But If You Love And Must Needs Have Desires, Let These Be Your Desires.

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

Out Of My Deeper Heart A Bird Rose And Flew Skywards. Higher And Higher Did It Rise, Yet Larger And Larger Did It Grow. At First It Was But Like A Swallow, Then A Lark, Then An Eagle, Then As Vast As A Spring Cloud, And Then It Filled The Starry Heavens. Out Of My Heart A Bird Flew Skywards. And It Waxed Larger As It Flew. Yet It Left Not My Heart.

Beauty Is Eternity Gazing At Itself In A Mirror.