The Real Beloved Is That One Who

Beauty Is The Garden Scent Of Roses, Murmuring Water Flowing Gently...can Words Describe The Indescribable?

If You Follow The Ways In Which You Were Trained, Which You May Have Inherited, For No Other Reason Than This, You Are Illogical.

Lovers Are Patient And Know That The Moon Needs Time To Become Full.

Physical Existence Is So Cramped.we Grow Old And Bent Over Like Embryos.nine Months Passes;it Is Time To Be Born. The Lamb Wants To Graze Green Daylight. There Are Ways Of Being Born Twice,of Coming To Where You Fly,not Individually Like Birds, But As The Sun Moves With His Bride,sincerity.

I Am So Close, I May Look Distant.