In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.

There is a King Who is aware of every Mask you put on

Whatever you lost through fate, be certain that it saved you from pain.

Without the frown of clouds and lightning, the vines would be burned by the smiling sun.

Pull the thorn of existence out of the heart! Fast! For when you do, you will see thousands of rose gardens in yourself.

This world is in deep trouble, from top to bottom. But it can be swiftly healed by the balm of love.

You are the root of heaven, the morning star, the bright moon, the house of endless Love