The Lion Who Breaks The Enemy's Ranks

What Is A Tiny Insignificant Seed That, When Spring Arrives, It Should Not Be Annihilated For A Tree To Arrive.

If Your Thought Is A Rose, You Are A Rose Garden; And If It Is A Thistle, You Are Fuel For The Fire.

This Discipline And Rough Treatment Are A Furnace To Extract The Silver From The Dross. This Testing Purifies The Gold By Boiling The Scum Away.

It May Be That The Satisfaction I Need Depends On My Going Away, So That When I've Gone And Come Back, I'll Find It At Home.

I Died From A Mineral And Plant Became, Died From The Plant, Took A Sentient Frame; Died From The Beast, Donned A Human Dress - When By My Dying Did I Ever Grow Less.