If I Separated Myself From You .

When I Say The Word You, I Mean A Hundred Universes.

I Saw Grief Drinking A Cup Of Sorrow And Called Out, 'it Tastes Sweet, Does It Not?' 'you've Caught Me,' Grief Answered, 'and You've Ruined My Business. How Can I Sell Sorrow, When You Know It's A Blessing?

When The Light Returns To Its Source, It Takes Nothing Of What It Has Illuminated.

Whatever Posessions And Objects Of Its Desires The Lower Self May Obtain, It Hangs On To Them, Refusing To Let Them Go Out Of Greed For More, Or Out Of Fear Of Poverty And Need.

May These Vows And This Marriage Be Blessed.