Body of earth, don't talk of earth Tell the story of pure mirrors The Creator has given you this splendor-- Why talk of anything else?

They are the privileged lovers who create a new world with their eyes of fiery passion.

Come, come, whoever you are. Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving. It doesn't matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. Come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times. Come, yet again, come, come.

Everything is soul and flowering.

Those doing soul work, who want the searing truth more than solace or applause, know each other right away. Those who want something else turn and take a seat in another room. Soul-makers find each other’s company.

For without you, I swear, the town Has become like a prison to me. Distraction and the mountain And the desert, all I desire.

God gave you life and bestowed upon you his attributes; eventually you will return to him.