Every Love Outside Of His Love, Is

I Seem Restless, But Am Deeply At Ease. Branches Tremble; The Roots Are Still.

As You Start To Walk On The Way, The Way Appears.

Disharmony Prevails When You Confuse Lust With Love, While The Distance Between The Two Is Endless!

You Believe God Is Not There, But He Is, Hidden In The Secret Of The Divine Mystery

Every Door Is Another Passage, Another Boundary We Have To Go Beyond.