Love Has No Other Desire But To

God Made Truth With Many Doors To Welcome Every Believer Who Knocks On Them.

In The Depth Of My Soul There Is A Wordless Song.

The Soul Unfolds Itself, Like A Lotus Of Countless Petals.

Advance, And Never Halt, For Advancing Is Perfection. Advance And Do Not Fear The Thorns In The Path, For They Draw Only Corrupt Blood.

Real Beauty Lies In The Spiritual Accord That Is Called Love Which Can Exist Between A Man And A Woman.