The Wine Of This Fleeting World Caused

Love Is The Soul's Light, The Taste Of Morning, No Me, No We, No Claim Of Being.

Everything You Possess Of Skill, And Wealth, And Handicraft, Wasn't It First Merely A Thought And A Quest?

I Will Soothe You And Heal You, I Will Bring You Roses. I Too Have Been Covered With Thorns.

Love Said To Me, There Is Nothing That Is Not Me. Be Silent.

I Am The Dust In The Sunlight, I Am The Ball Of The Sun . . . I Am The Mist Of Morning, The Breath Of Evening . . . . I Am The Spark In The Stone, The Gleam Of Gold In The Metal . . . . The Rose And The Nightingale Drunk With Its Fragrance. I Am The Chain Of Being, The Circle Of The Spheres, The Scale Of Creation, The Rise And The Fall. I Am What Is And Is Not . . . I Am The Soul In All.