If You Would Behold The

When The Earth Shall Claim Your Limbs, Then Shall You Truly Dance.

When You Were A Wandering Desire In The Mist, I Too Was There, A Wandering Desire. Then We Sought One Another, And Out Of Our Eagerness Dreams Were Born. And Dreams Were Time Limitless, And Dreams Were Space Without Measure.

The Longing For Paradise Is Paradise Itself.

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

Mother: The Most Beautiful Word On The Lips Of Mankind.