For The Breath Of Life Is In

Love Possesses Not Nor Will It Be Possessed, For Love Is Sufficient Unto Love.

You Often Say, "i Would Give, But Only To The Deserving." The Trees In Your Orchard Say Not So, Nor The Flocks In Your Pasture. They Give That They May Live, For To Withhold Is To Perish.

Your Fear Of Death Is But The Trembling Of The Shepherd When He Stands Before The King Whose Hand Is To Be Laid Upon Him In Honour.

All That Spirits Desire, Spirits Attain.

Limited Love Asks For Possession Of The Beloved, But The Unlimited Asks Only For Itself.