Every Tree, Every Growing Thing

Woman Is A Ray Of God. She Is Not That Earthly Beloved: She Is Creative, Not Created.

Everything Is Soul And Flowering.

There Is Another Language Beyond Language, Another Place Beyond Heaven And Hell. Precious Gems Come From Another Mine, The Heart Draws Light From Another Source.

I Come To You Without Me, Come To Me Without You.

This World's Existence Is One Night Long. There's A Great Lively Gathering That Night, But Some People Sleep Through It.