There are different wells within your heart. Some fill with each good rain, Others are far too deep for that.

The world is a bride of surpassing beauty-but remember that this maiden is never bound to anyone.

The small man builds cages for everyone he knows While the sage, who has to duck his head when the moon is low, Keeps dropping keys all night long For the beautiful rowdy prisoners.

Now is the time to understand That all your ideas of right and wrong Were just a child's training wheelsTo be laid aside When you finally live With veracity And love.

I do not feel like writing verses; but as I light my perfume burner with myrrh and jasmine incense, they suddenly burgeon from my heart, like flowers in a garden.

How did the rose ever open its heart and give to this world all of its beauty? It felt the encouragement of Light against its being; otherwise we all remain too frightened.

For a day, just for one day, talk about that which disturbs no one and bring some peace into those beautiful eyes.