Once You Have Met A True Human

Walk To The Well. Turn As The Earth And The Moon Turn, Circling What They Love. Whatever Circles Comes From The Center.

Beauty Is The Garden Scent Of Roses, Murmuring Water Flowing Gently...can Words Describe The Indescribable?

Lovers Are Patient And Know That The Moon Needs Time To Become Full.

Open Your Arms If You Want The Beloved's Embrace.

Even When Tied In A Thousand Knots, The String Is Still But One.