The Moon Has Become A Dancer At

I Am Like The Heaven, Like The Moon, Like A Candle By Your Glow; I Am All Reason, All Love, All Soul, By Your Soul.

The Heart Is Your Student, For Love Is The Only Way We Learn.

I Belong To No Religion. My Religion Is Love. Every Heart Is My Temple.

Sorrow Prepares You For Joy. It Violently Sweeps Everything Out Of Your House, So That New Joy Can Find Space To Enter. It Shakes The Yellow Leaves From The Bough Of Your Heart, So That Fresh, Green Leaves Can Grow In Their Place. It Pulls Up The Rotten Roots, So That New Roots Hidden Beneath Have Room To Grow. Whatever Sorrow Shakes From Your Heart, Far Better Things Will Take Their Place.

Take Sips Of This Pure Wine Being Poured. Don't Mind That You've Been Given A Dirty Cup.