You Are The Honoured Guest, Do Not

If You Were A Blade Of Grass Or A Tiny Flower I Will Pitch My Tent In Your Shadow. Only Your Presence Revives My Withered Heart. You Are The Candle That Lights The Whole World And I Am An Empty Vessel For Your Light.

If I Separated Myself From You . . . I Would Turn Entirely Thorn!

Joy Lives Concealed In Grief.

That Moon Which The Sky Never Saw Even In Dreams Has Risen Again

Never Be Without Remembrance Of Him, For His Remembrance Gives Strength And Wings To The Bird Of The Spirit.