Lots Of Ways To Reach God, I

All We Really Want Is Love's Confusing Joy.

The Only Lasting Beauty Is The Beauty Of The Heart

Dance, And Make Joyous The Love Around You. Dance, And Your Veils Which Hide The Light Shall Swirl In A Heap At Your Feet.

The Waterwheel Accepts Water And Turns And Gives It Away, Weeping.

Oh, Bird Of My Soul, Fly Away Now, For I Possess A Hundred Fortified Towers.