Love Is The Reality, And Poetry Is

When I Run After What I Think I Want, My Days Are A Furnace Of Stress And Anxiety; If I Sit In My Own Place Of Patience, What I Need Flows To Me, And Without Pain. From This I Understand That What I Want Also Wants Me, Is Looking For Me And Attracting Me. There Is A Great Secret Here For Anyone Who Can Grasp It.

Body Is Not Veiled From Soul, Neither Soul From Body, Yet No Man Hath Ever Seen A Soul.

The Chess Master Says Nothing, Other Than Moving The Silient Chess Piece.

For Only When Faithfulness Turns To Betrayal And Betrayal Into Trust Can Any Human Being Become Part Of The Truth.

Whenever Beauty Looks, Love Is Also There; Whenever Beauty Shows A Rosy Cheek Love Lights Her Fire From That Flame. When Beauty Dwells In The Dark Folds Of Night Love Comes And Finds A Heart Entangled In Tresses. Beauty And Love Are As Body And Soul. Beauty Is The Mine, Love Is The Diamond.