He alone is great who turns the voice of the wind into a song made sweeter by his own loving.

And your fragrance shall be my breath, And together we shall rejoice through all the seasons.

Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing. And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb. And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

Sit by me, my beloved, and listen to my heart; smile, for your happiness is a symbol of our future.

To know the pain of too much tenderness

Behold, I have reached the peak of the mountain and my spirit has taken flight in the heavens of freedom and liberation. I have gone far, far away, O children of my mother; the hills beyond the mists are now hidden from my view, the last traces of the valleys have been flooded by the ocean of serenity, and the paths and trails have been erased by the hand of oblivion. The roar of ocean waves has faded. I no longer hear anything but the anthem of eternity, which harmonizes with the spirit.

You would know the secret of death. But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life.