For years, copying other people, I tried to know myself. From within, I couldn't decide what to do. Unable to see, I heard my name being called. Then I walked outside.

You are the fountain of the sun. I'm the shadow of a willow. You fall upon my forehead. I melt. You slip into my heart. It spills open. You surround me with such sweetness. I make it my home.

He alone has the right to break, for He alone has the power to mend.

Don’t knock on any random door like a beggar. Reach your long hand out to another door, beyond where you go on the street, the street where everyone says, "How are you?" and no one says How aren’t you?

And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice.

If you don't find true balance, anyone can deceive you.

I have blossomed so much, I am the envy of the gardens.