Beauty Is The Garden Scent Of Roses,

If I Separated Myself From You . . . I Would Turn Entirely Thorn!

If Only You Knew What Bliss I Find In Being Nothing.

I Profess The Religion Of Love, Love Is My Religion And My Faith. My Mother Is Love My Father Is Love My Prophet Is Love My God Is Love I Am A Child Of Love I Have Come Only To Speak Of Love.

You Are The Truth From Foot To Brow. Now, What Else Would You Like To Know?

Free Of Who I Was, Free Of Presence, Free Of Dangerous Fear, Hope, Free Of Mountainous Wanting.