“Mine the long nightThe secret placeWhere lovers meetIn long embraceIn purple darkIn silvered kissForget the worldAnd grasp your bliss”

“Imagine a placewhere time is countedby ticks and tocks,but space is measuredin sunsetImagine a placewhere each turntakes you home.Imagine a placewhere the tang of pineMeets the salt of seawhere adventure findsa waiting heartImagine a placewhere words shelter youideasuphold you,andthought lead youto the secretinside the labyrinth...Imagine a placewhere castle and cloudShift from square to squareand the world liesin the winner's handImagine a placewhere the sigh of wavesspill from your suitcaseand drift into your dreamsImagine....here”

“But far, oh, far as passionate eye can reach,And long, ah, long as rapturous eye can cling,The world is mine: blue hill, still silver lake,Broad field, bright flower, and the long white roadA gateless garden, and an open path:My feet to follow, and my heart to hold.”

“And then the sly arch-lover that he was, he said the subtlest thing of all: that the lover was nearer the divine than the beloved; for the god was in the one but not in the other - perhaps the tenderest, most mocking thought that ever was thought, and source of all the guile and secret bliss the lover knows.”

“You can have your secret as long as I have your heart[.]”

“And only the enlightened can recall their former lives; for the rest of us, the memories of past existences are but glints of light, twinges of longing, passing shadows, disturbingly familiar, that are gone before they can be grasped, like the passage of that silver bird on Dhaulagiri.”