Work in the invisible world at least as hard as you do in the visible.
There is a light seed grain inside. You fill it with yourself, or it dies.
On this path let the heart be your guide.
A shadow cannot ignore the sun that all day creates and moves it.
I am an ark in the swift flood of time, and my companions, a fellowship. Who throws in with us sails into light.
Birdsong brings relief to my longing. I am just as ecstatic as they are, but with nothing to say.