What was said to the rose that made it open, was said to me, here in my chest.

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?

Your body is woven from the Light of Heaven.

I am weary of personal worrying, in love with the art of madness.

Most people guard against going into the fire, and so end up in it.

My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that, and I intend to end up there.

Don't look for Love, look for the one looking for Love.