Love Has Come To Rule And Transform;

All We Really Want Is Love's Confusing Joy.

Let Soul Speak With The Silent Articulation Of A Face.

I Have Blossomed So Much, I Am The Envy Of The Gardens.

The Chess Master Says Nothing, Other Than Moving The Silient Chess Piece.

There Is No Worse Sickness For The Soul, O You Who Are Proud, Than This Pretense Of Perfection.