Let The Beauty We Love Do What

Raise Your Words, Not Voice. It Is Rain That Grows Flowers, Not Thunder.

I Didn't Come Here Of My Own Accord, And I Can't Leave That Way. Whoever Brought Me Here Will Have To Take Me Home.

All That You Think Is Rain Is Not. Behind The Veil Angels Sometimes Weep.

The Unseen Presence Keeps Saying To Us, ‘you Are Joy!’

All Loves Are A Bridge To Divine Love. Yet, Those Who Have Not Had A Taste Of It Do Not Know!