Knowest Thou Not The Beauty Of Thine

Come Out Of The Circle Of Time And Into The Circle Of Love.

Maybe You Are Searching Among The Branches, For What Only Appears In The Roots.

When The Rose Is Gone And The Garden Faded You Will No Longer Hear The Nightingale's Song. The Beloved Is All; The Lover Just A Veil. The Beloved Is Living; The Lover A Dead Thing. If Love Withholds Its Strengthening Care, The Lover Is Left Like A Bird Without Care, The Lover Is Left Like A Bird Without Wings. How Will I Be Awake And Aware If The Light Of The Beloved Is Absent? Love Wills That This Word Be Brought Forth.

While Still In The Cage Of Your Being Behold The Spirit Bird Before It Flies Away.

He Is A Letter To Everyone. You Open It. It Says, Live.