Every Rose That Is Sweet-scented Within, That

Beauty Surrounds Us.

There Is No Love Greater Than Love With No Object. For Then You, Yourself, Have Become Love, Itself.

Come Into My Eyes, And Look At Me Through Them, For I Have Chosen A Home Far Beyond What Eyes Can See.

You May Learn To Imitate A Birdcall, But Do You Experience What The Nightingale Feels For The Rose?

Doing As Others Told Me, I Was Blind. Coming When Others Called Me, I Was Lost. Then I Left Everyone, Myself As Well. Then I Found Everyone, Myself As Well.