I Am Filled With You. Skin, Blood,

Your Acts Of Kindness Are Iridescent Wings Of Divine Love, Which Linger And Continue To Uplift Others Long After Your Sharing.

The Fault Is In The One Who Blames. Spirit Sees Nothing To Criticize.

Once We Were Particles Of Light, Now We Are Beings Of Light, Radiating Love.

When The Rose Is Gone And The Garden Faded You Will No Longer Hear The Nightingale's Song. The Beloved Is All; The Lover Just A Veil. The Beloved Is Living; The Lover A Dead Thing. If Love Withholds Its Strengthening Care, The Lover Is Left Like A Bird Without Care, The Lover Is Left Like A Bird Without Wings. How Will I Be Awake And Aware If The Light Of The Beloved Is Absent? Love Wills That This Word Be Brought Forth.

Dance When You're Perfectly Free.