I Look Into Your Eyes & See

Maybe You Are Searching Among The Branches, For What Only Appears In The Roots.

My Soul Gave Me Good Counsel, Teaching Me To Love. Love Was For Me A Delicate Thread Stretched Between Two Adjacent Pegs, But Now It Has Been Transformed Into A Halo, Its First Is Its Last, And Its Last Is Its First. It Encompases Every Being, Slowly Expanding To Embrace All That Ever Will Be.

Peaceful Is The One Who Is Not Concerned With Having More Or Less.

The Intellectual Quest, Though Fine As Pearl Or Coral, Is Not The Spiritual Search. That Spiritual Search Is On Another Level. Spiritual Wine Is A Different Substance.

Through Love All That Is Bitter Will Be Sweet, Through Love All That Is Copper Will Be Gold, Through Love All Dregs Will Become Wine, Through Love All Pain Will Turn To Medicine.