In bondage of space, thou art not far from heaven; the empyrean is not distant from thy earthly home.

That rose-embowered garden, immune from winter’s frost; is closer than it appears to thy grief-tricken soul.

What the ways of the ascetic teach – is that all life! Is like a flying arrow, not far from the bow.

Thy reach is far above the spheres of the moon and stars; if thou but venturest forth, the heavens are not too high.

On the tortuous path of love, the traveller who knows may ask his guide to leave him, to seek a lonely trail.