I.58. bago na ja re na ja DO NOT GO TO the garden of flowers! O Friend! go not there; In your body is the garden of flowers. Take your seat on the thousand petals of the lotus, and there gaze on the Infinite Beauty.
WHEN DEATH comes and whispers to me 'Thy days are ended,' let me say to him, I have lived in love and not in mere time.' He will ask 'Will thy songs remain?' I shall say I know not, but this I know that often when I sang I found my eternity.'