Let Us Put Away Our Blinders And

Ignore Those That Make You Fearful And Sad, That Degrade You Back Towards Disease And Death.

Play The Flute Of Felicity! You, Yourself, Are The Melody.

I, You, He, She, We In The Garden Of Mystic Lovers, These Are Not True Distinctions.

When You Find Yourself With The Beloved, Embracing For One Breath, In That Moment You Will Find Your True Destiny. Alas, Don't Spoil This Precious Moment. Moments Like This Are Very, Very Rare.

Love Comes Of Its Own Free Will, It Can't Be Learned In Any School!