Make My Heart, O Heart

Only The Soul Knows What Love Is.

Love Itself Describes Its Own Perfection. Be Speechless And Listen.

Rise Up Nimbly And Go On Your Strange Journey To The Ocean Of Meanings.... Leave And Don't Look Away From The Sun As You Go, In Whose Light You're Sometimes Crescent, Sometimes Full.

The Body's A Mirror Of Heaven: Its Energies Make Angels Jealous. Our Purity Astounds Seraphim. Devils Shiver At Our Nerve.

Treasures And Armies Do Not Make A King. A True King Is A King Within Himself.