Daylight, Full Of Small Dancing Particles. Can

Then Outwardly You Are The Small Universe! Then Inwardly You Are The Great Universe.

I'm Dominated By Love, By My Passion Of Love For Love

The Fluteplayer Puts Breath Into A Flute, And Who Makes The Music? Not The Flute. The Fluteplayer!

All Language Is A Longing For Home.

If Thou Has Not Seen The Devil, Look At Thine Own Self.