There Is A Candle In Your Heart,

Love’s Secret Is Always Lifting Its Head Out From Under The Covers, “here I Am!”

The Middle Path Is The Way To Wisdom

Whatever You Keep Hidden In Your Heart, God Manifests In You Outwardly. Whatever The Root Of The Tree Feeds On In Secret, Affects The Bough And The Leaf.

Drum Sound Rises On The Air, Its Throb, My Heart. A Voice Inside The Beat Says, "i Know You're Tired, But Come. This Is The Way.

My Religion Is, To Live Through Love.