One can be a soldier without dying and a lover without sighing.

Within yourself deliverance must be searched for, because each man makes hiw own prison.

One can be a soldier without dying and a lover without sighing.

Shall any gazer see with mortal eyes, Or any searcher know by mortal mind; Veil upon veil will lift but there must be Veil upon veil behind.

Like threads of silver seen through crystal beads Let love through good deeds show.

For death, Now I know, is that first breath Which our souls draw when we enter Life, which is of all life center.

There is no caste in blood.