Love Is The Veil Between Lover And

Your Pain Is The Breaking Of The Shell That Encloses Your Understanding. Even As The Stone Of The Fruit Must Break, That Its Heart May Stand In The Sun, So Must You Know Pain.

Who Among You Does Not Feel That His Power To Love Is Boundless? And Yet Who Does Not Feel That Very Love, Though Boundless, Encompassed Within The Center Of His Being, And Moving Not From Love Thought To Love Thought, Nor From Love Deeds To Other Love Deeds?

Trees Are Poems That The Earth Writes Upon The Sky.

The First Glance From The Eyes Of The Beloved Is Like The Spirit That Moved Upon The Face Of The Waters, Giving Birth To Heaven And Earth.

Hate Is A Dead Thing. Who Of You Would Be A Tomb?