My Heart Rushes Into The Garden, Joyfully

I Have Seen The King With A Face Of Glory, He Who Is The Eye And The Sun Of Heaven, He Who Is The Companion And Healer Of All Beings, He Who Is The Soul And The Universe That Births Souls.

Let Yourself Become Living Poetry.

Judge The Moth By The Beauty Of The Candle

When You See Anyone Complaining Of Such And Such A Person's Ill-nature And Bad Temper, Know That The Complainant Is Bad-tempered, Forasmuch As He Speaks Ill Of That Bad-tempered Person, Because He Alone Is Good-tempered Who Is Quietly Forbearing Towards The Bad-tempered And Ill-natured.

Because Of Your Love I Have Broken With My Past