If You Want To Be More Alive,

The Interpretation That Makes You Ardent And Hopeful And Active And Reverent Is The True One.

I Am So Close, I May Look Distant.

We Cannot Steal The Fire. We Must Enter It.

The Soul Lives There In The Silent Breath.

This Is Love: To Fly Toward A Secret Sky, To Cause A Hundred Veils To Fall Each Moment. First, To Let Go Of Life. In The End, To Take A Step Without Feet; To Regard This World As Invisible, And To Disregard What Appears To Be The Self. Heart, I Said, What A Gift It Has Been To Enter This Circle Of Lovers, To See Beyond Seeing Itself, To Reach And Feel Within The Breast.