In Truth, Everything And Everyone Is A

You've Come To Know The Fortunate And The Inauspicious Stars, But You Don't Know Whether You Yourself Are Fortunate Or Lucky.

No Longer A Stranger, You Listen All Day To These Crazy Love-words. Like A Bee You Fill Hundreds Of Homes With Honey, Though Yours Is A Long Flight From Here.

Love Is A Mirror. In It You See Nothing Except Your Reflection. You See Nothing Except Your Real Face.

You Believe God Is Not There, But He Is, Hidden In The Secret Of The Divine Mystery

The Sky Will Bow Down To Your Beauty, If You Do.