Suffering Is A Gift; In Its Hidden

To Live Without You Is To Be Robbed Of Love And What Is Life Without It? To Live Without You Is Death To Me, My Love But Some Call It Life.

Maybe You Are Searching Among The Branches, For What Only Appears In The Roots.

Each Moment From All Sides Rushes To Us The Call To Love. We Are Running To Contemplate Its Vast Green Field. Do You Want To Come With Us?

What Comes, Will Go. What Is Found, Will Be Lost Again. But What You Are Is Beyond Coming And Going And Beyond Description.

While The Mind Sees Only Boundaries, Love Knows The Secret Way There.