I wouldn't exchange the sorrows of my heart for the joys of the multitude.
And I wouldn't have the tears that sadness makes to flow from my every part turn into laughter. I would that my life remain a tear and a smile.
A tear to purify my heart and give me understanding of life's secrets and hidden things, to unite me with those of broken heart.
A smile to be a sign of my joy in existence....
The life of clouds is a parting and a meeting. A tear and a smile.
And so does the spirit become separated from the greater spirit to move
in the world of matter and pass as a cloud over the mountain of sorrow
and the plains of joy to meet the breeze of death and return whence it
came to the ocean of Love and Beauty.
One day you will ask me which is more important? My life or yours? I will say mine and you will walk away not knowing that you are my life....
My heart is tired