Your Hand Opens And Closes And Opens

I Seem Restless, But Am Deeply At Ease. Branches Tremble; The Roots Are Still.

When I Die, I Shall Soar With Angels, And When I Die To The Angels, What I Shall Become You Cannot Imagine.

You Are Quaffing Drink From A Hundred Fountains: Whenever Any Of These Hundred Yields Less, Your Pleasure Is Diminished. But When The Sublime Fountain Gushes From Within You, No Longer Need You Steal From The Other Fountains.

Have You Ever Gotten Breathless Before From A Beautiful Face, For I See You There, My Dear.

Love Is The Energizing Elixir Of The Universe, The Cause And Effect Of All Harmony.