You Are Not Meant For Crawling, So

As You Start To Walk On The Way, The Way Appears.

The Garden Of The World Has No Limits Except In Your Mind. Its Presence Is More Beautiful Than The Stars With More Clarity Than The Polished Mirror Of Your Heart.

Love Is The Vital Core Of The Soul. And Of All You See, Only Love Is Infinite.

Longing Is The Core Of Mystery. Longing Itself Brings The Cure. The Only Rule Is, Suffer The Pain. Your Desires Must Be Disciplined And What You Want To Happen In Time, Sacrificed.

Would You Become A Pilgrim On The Road Of Love? The First Condition Is That You Make Yourself Humble As Dust And Ashes.