Why are you so enchanted by this world, when a mine of gold lies within you?
My head is bursting with the joy of the unknown. My heart is expanding a thousand fold.
Ecstatic Love is an ocean, and the Milky Way is a flake of foam floating on it.
if i can only recount the story of my life right out of my body flames will grow
The eye goes blind when it only wants to see why.
If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished?