Love Is The Gentle Smile Upon The

You May Chain My Hands, You May Shackle My Feet; You May Even Throw Me Into A Dark Prison; But You Shall Not Enslave My Thinking, Because It Is Free!

Yet You Shall Not Deplore Having Known Blindness, Nor Regret Having Been Deaf. For In That Day You Shall Know The Hidden Purposes In All Things. And You Shall Bless Darkness As You Would Bless Light.

Always You Have Been Told That Work Is A Curse And Labor A Misfortune. But I Say To You That When You Work You Fulfill A Part Of Earth's Furthest Dream, Assigned To You When That Dream Was Born.

Your Clothes Conceal Much Of Your Beauty, Yet They Hide Not The Unbeautiful. And Though You Seek In Garments The Freedom Of Privacy, You May Find In Them A Harness And A Chain. Would That You Could Meet The Sun And The Wind With More Of Your Body And Less Of Your Raiment.

You Shall Not Dwell In Tombs Made By The Dead For The Living.