The Soul Unfolds Itself, Like A Lotus

To Judge You By Your Failures Is To Cast Blame Upon The Seasons For Their Inconstancy.

Your Body Is The Harp Of Your Soul And It Is Yours To Bring Forth Sweet Music From It Or Confused Sounds.

If You Sing Of Beauty Though Alone In The Heart Of The Desert You Will Have An Audience.

Braving Obstacles And Hardships Is Braver Than Retreat To Tranquility.

A Little While, A Moment Of Rest Upon The Wind, And Another Woman Shall Bear Me.