The human soul is on its journey from the law to love, from discipline to liberation, from the moral plane to the spiritual.

From the grasses in the field to the stars in the sky, each one is doing just that; and there is such profound peace and surpassing beauty in nature because none of these tries forcibly to transgress its limitations.

And joy is everywhere; it is in the earth's green covering of grass; in the blue serenity of the sky.

Let it not be death but completeness. Let love melt into memory and pain into songs. Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of the wings over the nest. Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night. Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment, and say your last words in silence. I bow to you and hold up my lamp to light you on your way.

The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.

Night's darkness is a bag that bursts with the gold of the dawn.

The earth paints a portrait of the sun at dawn with sunflowers in bloom. Unhappy with the portrait, she erases it and paints it again and again.