When Someone Is Counting Out Gold For

My Religion Is, To Live Through Love.

What Was Said To The Rose That Made It Open, Was Said To Me, Here In My Chest.

In Truth, Everything And Everyone Is A Shadow Of The Beloved.

Your Acts Of Kindness Are Iridescent Wings Of Divine Love, Which Linger And Continue To Uplift Others Long After Your Sharing.

Love Is A Madman, Working His Wild Schemes, Tearing Off His Clothes, Running Through The Mountains...