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This Is How I Would Die Into The Love I Have For You: As Pieces Of Cloud Dissolve In Sunlight.

This Is A Gathering Of Lovers. In This Gathering There Is No High, No Low, No Smart, No Ignorant, No Special Assembly, No Grand Discourse, No Proper Schooling Required. There Is No Master, No Disciple. This Gathering Is More Like A Drunken Party, Full Of Tricksters, Fools, Mad Men And Mad Women. This Is A Gathering Of Lovers.

Purify Your Eyes, And See The Pure World. Your Life Will Fill With Radiant Forms.

If You Could Leave Your Selfishness, You Would See How You've Been Torturing Your Soul.

There Is No Salvation For The Soul But To Fall In Love.