The world is a mirror, an imaging of Love's perfection.
Oh, wandering One, if you are in search of the greatest treasure, don't look outside. Look within, and seek That.
She loved him so much she concealed his name in many phrases, the inner meanings known only to her.
The Past, the Future, O dear, is from you; you should regard both these as one.
Love itself describes its own perfection. Be speechless and listen.
Just as the heart becomes carefree in a place of green, growing plants, goodwill and kindness are born when our souls enter happiness.