A Pure Heart, Open To The Light,

But Learn This Custom From The Flower: Silence Your Tongue.

When The Rose Is Gone And The Garden Faded You Will No Longer Hear The Nightingale's Song. The Beloved Is All; The Lover Just A Veil. The Beloved Is Living; The Lover A Dead Thing. If Love Withholds Its Strengthening Care, The Lover Is Left Like A Bird Without Care, The Lover Is Left Like A Bird Without Wings. How Will I Be Awake And Aware If The Light Of The Beloved Is Absent? Love Wills That This Word Be Brought Forth.

You Have Mourned Over Others; Now Sit Down For A While And Weep Over Your Own Self.

To A Frog That's Never Left His Pond, The Ocean Seems Like A Gamble. Look What He's Giving Up: Security, Mastery Of His World, Recognition! The Ocean Frog Just Shakes His Head. "i Can't Explain Where I Live, But Someday I'll Take You There."

The Branch Might Seem Like The Fruit's Origin: In Fact, The Branch Exist Because Of The Fruit.