"No friend -- that is the space you live in -- your heart. Those rooms are your home,” Cooksie said, “It is from there that you do the watching.” “Care for them well,” Mr. Peanut continued, “and make them the most comfortable home you can.” “And you know,” Cooksie added, as the little bear looked into the glowing new space in his heart-house, “when you let someone else inside, part of them lives there with you too." #49

Mr. Peanut waxed poetic: "One of your ancestors, Rumi Bear, once wrote, 'in your light, I learn how to love; in your beauty, how to make poetry - you live inside my heart, so deep inside my heart, where noone sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.'” As he spoke, an image of the Sufi poet appeared above his paw. #50

“And who," said Cooksie, "or what," added Peanut, "will be that light inside for you, Bear?" As they spoke, the image of the poet glowed and hovered between their outstretched paws. "For Rumi it was a higher power," Cooksie continued, "But of course that is not the only way," Peanut said thoughtfully. #51