The Gates Made Of Light Swing Open.

Come, Come, Whoever You Are. Wanderer, Worshiper, Lover Of Leaving. It Doesn't Matter. Ours Is Not A Caravan Of Despair. Come, Even If You Have Broken Your Vows A Thousand Times. Come, Yet Again, Come, Come.

Don't Be Fooled By My Beauty - The Light Of My Face Comes From The Candle Of My Spirit.

Pain Is A Treasure, For It Contains Mercies.

Everything You Possess Of Skill, And Wealth, And Handicraft, Wasn't It First Merely A Thought And A Quest?

Ecstatic Love Is An Ocean, And The Milky Way Is A Flake Of Foam Floating On It.