Love is an emerald. Its brilliant light wards off dragons On this treacherous path.
Two there are who are never satisfied -- the lover of the world and the lover of knowledge.
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about.
And even if this world burns up hidden harps will still play here.
Rush out in the rain to be soaked with the sky.
The only lasting beauty is the beauty of the heart