Love is an emerald. Its brilliant light wards off dragons On this treacherous path.

...one cannot lodge in if.

Burdens are the foundations of ease and bitter things the forerunners of pleasure.

You were born with potential. You were born with goodness and trust. You were born with ideals and dreams. You were born with greatness. You were born with wings. You are not meant for crawling, so don't. You have wings. Learn to use them and fly.

The fluteplayer puts breath into a flute, and who makes the music? Not the flute. The Fluteplayer!

The Beloved is with you in the midst of your seeking! He holds your hand wherever you wander.

You left ground and sky weeping, mind and soul full of grief. No one can take your place in existence, or in absence. Both mourn, the angels, the prophets, and this sadness I feel has taken from me the taste of language, so that I cannot say the flavor of my being apart.