This World's Existence Is One

This Outward Spring And Garden Are A Reflection Of The Inward Garden.

You Are Not One You Are A Thousand. Just Light Your Lantern.

My Beloved Grows Right Out Of My Own Heart. How Much More Union Can There Be.

This Is Love: To Fly Toward A Secret Sky, To Cause A Hundred Veils To Fall Each Moment. First, To Let Go Of Life. In The End, To Take A Step Without Feet; To Regard This World As Invisible, And To Disregard What Appears To Be The Self. Heart, I Said, What A Gift It Has Been To Enter This Circle Of Lovers, To See Beyond Seeing Itself, To Reach And Feel Within The Breast.

I Will Conquer The Whole World And Fill It With Myself