Look At The Moon In The Sky,

The Source Of Now Is Here.

What You Have Despised In Yourself As A Thorn Opens Into A Rose.

Whoever Is Sitting With Friends Is In The Midst Of A Flower Garden, Though He May Be In The Fire. Whoever Sits With An Enemy Is In The Fire, Even Though He Is In The Midst Of A Garden.

This Is Not A Day For Asking Questions, Not A Day On Any Calendar. This Day Is Conscious Of Itself. This Day Is A Lover, Bread, And Gentleness, More Manifest Than Saying Can Say.

It Is Love That Gives Joy To Happiness.