BLESSED AM I that I am born to this land and that I had the luck to love her. What care I if queenly treasure is not in her store but precious enough is for me the living wealth of her love. The best gift of fragrance to my heart is from her own flowers and I know not where else shines the moon that can flood my being with such loveliness. The first light revealed to my eyes was from her own sky and let the same light kiss them before they are closed for ever.
I HAVE PLAYED my flute along the path, I have sung at thy gate. I have offered my tunes before thy temple's outer screen decorated with endless forms and colours. Today have come to me from everywhere the words that speak of the End. They ask me to break the bond of the road, to come to the farther shore of the pilgrimage by crossing the endless refrain of meetings and partings.