On The Way There Is No Harder

Beauty Is The Garden Scent Of Roses, Murmuring Water Flowing Gently...can Words Describe The Indescribable?

A Pearl Goes Up For Auction. No One Has Enough, So The Pearl Buys Itself.

Since I Was Cut From The Reedbed I Have Made This Crying Sound. Anyone Separated From Someone He Loves Understands What I Say. Anyone Pulled From A Source Longs To Go Back.

There Is Little One Can Say About Love. It Has To Be Lived, And It's Always In Motion.

If The Beautiful One Is Not Inside You, Then What Is That Light Hidden Under Your Cloak?