Oh, Bird Of My Soul, Fly Away

If Your Thought Is A Rose, You Are A Rose Garden; And If It Is A Thistle, You Are Fuel For The Fire.

I Am A Drunkard From Another Kind Of Tavern. I Dance To A Silent Tune. I Am The Symphony Of Stars.

The Way To Heaven Is Within. Shake The Wings Of Love-when Love's Wings Have Become Strong, There Is No Need To Trouble About A Ladder.

Peaceful Is The One Who Is Not Concerned With Having More Or Less.

I Belong To The Beloved. Have Seen The Two Worlds As One And That One Call To And Know. ...first, Last, Outer, Inner, Only That Breath Breathing. Human Being.