Through love all that is bitter will be sweet.
Love opens my chest, and thought returns to its confines.
Love is an endless ocean, with no beginning or end. Imagine, a suspended ocean, riding on a cushion of ancient secrets.
Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking. Live in silence.
Idle man, chases after fairy tales.
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?