Let The Beloved Be A Hat Pulled

Wisdom Is Like The Rain. Its Source Is Limitless, But It Comes Down According To The Season.

Those Doing Soul Work, Who Want The Searing Truth More Than Solace Or Applause, Know Each Other Right Away. Those Who Want Something Else Turn And Take A Seat In Another Room. Soul-makers Find Each Other’s Company.

The Gifts Of Lovers To One Another Are, In Respect To Love, Nothing But Forms; Yet, They Testify To Invisible Love.

Beauty And Love Are As Body And Soul. Beauty Is The Mine, Love Is The Diamond. They Have Together Since The Beginning Of Time- Side By Side, Step By Step.

Someone Who Does Not Run Toward The Allure Of Love Walks A Road Where Nothing Lives.