O, Happy The Soul That Saw Its

What Is The Heart? A Flower Opening.

For Hundreds Of Thousands Of Years I Have Been Dust-grains Floating And Flying In The Will Of The Air, Often Forgetting Ever Being In That State, But In Sleep I Migrate Back.

Nightingales Are Put In Cages Because Their Songs Give Pleasure. Whoever Heard Of Keeping A Crow?

What I Had Thought Of Before As God, I Met Today In A Human Being.

Love Comes Of Its Own Free Will, It Can't Be Learned In Any School!