Open Your Arms If You

If These Poems Repeat Themselves, Then So Does Spring.

My Soul Is Naked. It Wears The Transparent Garment Of Love.

Two There Are Who Are Never Satisfied -- The Lover Of The World And The Lover Of Knowledge.

Love Rests On No Foundation. It Is An Endless Ocean, With No Beginning Or End.

Everyone Has Been Made For Some Particular Work, And The Desire For That Work Has Been Put In Every Heart.