Were There No Men Of Vision, All

My Sight My Heart My Life All Three Words I Have Woven Into One ... Love.

Every Leaf That Grows Will Tell You: What You Sow Will Bear Fruit, So If You Have Any Sense My Friend, Don't Plant Anything But Love.

I Honor Those Who Try To Rid Themselves Of Any Lying, Who Empty The Self And Have Only Clear Being There.

I Feel Like The Earth, Astonished At Fragrance Borne In The Air, Made Pregnant With Mystery From A Drop Of Rain.

You Are The Honoured Guest, Do Not Weep Like A Beggar For Pieces Of The World.