I died from a mineral and plant became, Died from the plant, took a sentient frame; Died from the beast, donned a human dress - When by my dying did I ever grow less.
Set your sights on a place higher than your eyes can see.
Be relentless in your looking, because you are the one you seek.
The result of my life is no more than three words: I was raw, I became cooked, I was burnt.
The gates made of light swing open. You see in.
Love will find its way through all languages on its own.