He Whose Intellect Overcomes His Lust Is

Watch For All That Beauty Reflecting From You And Sing A Love Song To Your Existence.

A Craftsman Pulled A Reed From The Reedbed, Cut Holes In It, And Called It A Human Being. Since Then, It's Been Wailing A Tender Agony Of Parting, Never Mentioning The Skill That Gave It Life As A Flute

I Open And Fill With Love And What Is Not Love ... Evaporates!

If The House Of The World Is Dark, Love Will Find A Way To Create Windows.

Your Real "country" Is Where You're Heading, Not Where You Are.