Every Love Outside Of His Love, Is

Love Is A Mirror. In It You See Nothing Except Your Reflection. You See Nothing Except Your Real Face.

Let Your Teacher Be Love Itself.

I Saw Many Humans On Whom There Were No Clothes. I Saw Many Clothes In Which There Were No Humans.

And He Misses Her Like A Wind Starved Sail He Sits Knowing What Direction To Go But The Current Keeps Pulling Him Down River.

Let The Beauty We Love Do What We Do.