The Highest Religion Is To Rise To

The Widow Cries Out At The Door, The Light Of My Mind Has Gone Out, O My Mother, With His Death. So Cry Out, O Soul Brides Of The Husband Lord, And Dwell On The Glorious Praises Of The True Lord.

Speak Only That Which Will Bring You Honor.

As A Father ,supports His Sons, So Let The Eldest Support His Younger Brothers, And Let Them Also In Accordance With The Law Behave Towards Their Eldest Brother As Sons ,behave.

Thou Has A Thousand Eyes And Yet Not One Eye; Thou Host A Thousand Forms And Yet Not One Form.

O Lord, You Bless All With Your Bountiful Blessings.