At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable.

Oh my only friend, my best beloved, the gates are open in my house—do not pass by like a dream.

The hours trip rapidly away, hiding their dreams in their skirts.

Let me not look for allies in life's battlefield,But to my own strength. Let me not crave in anxious fear to be saved,But for the patience to win my freedom.

True deliverance of man is the deliverance from Avidya i.e. ignorance. It is not in destroying anything that is positive and real, for that cannot be possible, but that which is negative, which obstructs our vision of truth.

The traveler has to knock at every alien door to come to his own, and one has to wander through all the outer worlds to reach the innermost shrine at the end.

Merely to exist is not enough.