Be Silent. That Heart Speaks Without Tongue

You Left And I Cried Tears Of Blood. My Sorrow Grows. Its Not Just That You Left. But When You Left My Eyes Went With You. Now, How Will I Cry?

Be A Spot Of Ground Where Nothing Is Growing, Where Something Might Be Planted, A Seed, Possibly, From The Absolute.

I Will Find New Meaning In Every Joy And Sorrow.

How Can I Know Anything About The Past Or The Future, When The Light Of The Beloved Shines Only Now.

Knowest Thou Not The Beauty Of Thine Own Face? Quit This Temper That Leads Thee To War With Thyself.