There Are Thousands Of Wines That Can

In Silence There Is Eloquence. Stop Weaving And See How The Pattern Improves.

You Must Lance An Ulcer To Heal It. You Must Tear Down Parts Of An Old Building To Restore It, And So It Is With A Sensual Life That Has No Spirit In It.

Dance, And Make Joyous The Love Around You. Dance, And Your Veils Which Hide The Light Shall Swirl In A Heap At Your Feet.

Be Kind And Honest, And Harmful Poisons Will Turn Sweet Inside You.

You Are Not Your Body; You Are The Eye. When You See The Spirit, You Are Free Of The Body. A Human Being Is An Eye – The Rest Is Just Flesh And Bones. Whatever Your Eye Sees, You Are That.