Love Has No Other Desire But To

I Love You, My Brother, Whoever You Are - Whether You Worship In A Church, Kneel In Your Temple, Or Pray In Your Mosque. You And I Are Children Of One Faith, For The Diverse Paths Of Religion Are Fingers Of The Loving Hand Of The One Supreme Being, A Hand Extended To All, Offering Completeness Of Spirit To All, Eager To Receive All.

Sadness Is But A Wall Between Two Gardens.

Life Without Love Is Like A Tree Without Blossoms Or Fruit.

He Who Is More Mindful Of One, Loses The Love And The Faith Of Both.

And Now You Ask In Your Heart, ‘how Shall We Distinguish That Which Is Good In Pleasure From That Which Is Not Good?’ Go To Your Fields And Your Gardens, And You Shall Learn That It Is The Pleasure Of The Bee To Gather Honey Of The Flower, But It Is Also The Pleasure Of The Flower To Yield Its Honey To The Bee. For To The Bee A Flower Is A Fountain Of Life, And To The Flower A Bee Is A Messenger Of Love, And To Both, Bee And Flower, The Giving And The Receiving Of Pleasure Is A Need And An Ecstasy. * People Of Orphalese, Be In Your Pleasures Like The Flowers And The Bees.