When I Die, I Shall Soar With

The Heart Of The Matter Is Soul, Nothing Else.

All Religions. All This Singing. One Song. Peace Be With You.

Burdens Are The Foundations Of Ease And Bitter Things The Forerunners Of Pleasure.

For The Water Animals, The Ocean Is Like A Garden; For The Land Animals, It Is Death And Pain.

When The Rose Is Gone And The Garden Faded You Will No Longer Hear The Nightingale's Song. The Beloved Is All; The Lover Just A Veil. The Beloved Is Living; The Lover A Dead Thing. If Love Withholds Its Strengthening Care, The Lover Is Left Like A Bird Without Care, The Lover Is Left Like A Bird Without Wings. How Will I Be Awake And Aware If The Light Of The Beloved Is Absent? Love Wills That This Word Be Brought Forth.