There Is An Original Inside Me.

You Left And I Cried Tears Of Blood. My Sorrow Grows. Its Not Just That You Left. But When You Left My Eyes Went With You. Now, How Will I Cry?

Be Grateful For Your Life, Every Detail Of It, And Your Face Will Come To Shine Like A Sun, And Everyone Who Sees It Will Be Made Glad And Peaceful.

Beauty Surrounds Us, But Usually We Need To Be Walking In A Garden To Know It. Rumi, Attributed, Conquest Of Abundance: A Tale Of Abstraction Versus The Richness Of Being Don't Grieve. Anything You Lose Comes Round In Another Form.

The Soul: A Wide Listening Sky With Thousands Of Candles.

Love Is A Tree; And Lovers Are Its Shade.