Your Acts Of Kindness Are Iridescent Wings

Dance From Here To The Other World-and Don't Stop.

You Are Quaffing Drink From A Hundred Fountains: Whenever Any Of These Hundred Yields Less, Your Pleasure Is Diminished. But When The Sublime Fountain Gushes From Within You, No Longer Need You Steal From The Other Fountains.

Beg Of God The Removal Of Envy, That God May Deliver You From Externals, And Bestow Upon You An Inward Occupation, Which Will Absorb You So That Your Attention Is Not Drawn Away.

Flattery's Fire Is Hidden. Its Sweet Taste Is Apparent, But The Smoke Is Bound To Come Out At Last.

Is It Really So That The One I Love Is Everywhere?