Each Has To Enter The Nest Made

Whosoever Knoweth The Power Of The Dance, Dwelleth In God.

The Love Religion Is All That Is Written Here.

This Is Love: To Fly Toward A Secret Sky, To Cause A Hundred Veils To Fall Each Moment. First, To Let Go Of Life. In The End, To Take A Step Without Feet; To Regard This World As Invisible, And To Disregard What Appears To Be The Self. Heart, I Said, What A Gift It Has Been To Enter This Circle Of Lovers, To See Beyond Seeing Itself, To Reach And Feel Within The Breast.

Sometimes We Plan A Trip To One Place, But Something Takes Us To Another

The Sun Comes Back Every Day With New And Powerful Secrets.