The question and the cry 'Oh, where?' melt into tears of a thousand streams and deluge the world with the flood of the assurance 'I am!'

He it is, the innermost one, who awakens my being with his deep hidden touches. He it is who puts his enchantment upon these eyes and joyfully plays on the chords of my heart in varied cadence of pleasure and pain.

If I call not thee in my prayers, if I keep not thee in my heart, thy love for me still waits for my love.

Everything has sprung from immortal life and is vibrating with life, for life is immense!

With begging and scrambling we find very little, but with being true to ourselves we find a great deal more.

The song I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my days in stringing and in unstringing my instrument. The time has not come true, the words have not been rightly set; only there is the agony of wishing in my heart . . .

What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.