Behind The Veil Of Each Night, There

Said A Skunk To A Tube-rose, "see How Swiftly I Run, While You Cannot Walk Nor Even Creep." Said The Tube-rose To The Skunk, "oh, Most Noble Swift Runner, Please Run Swiftly!"

Many A Doctrine Is Like A Window Pane. We See Truth Through It But It Divides Us From Truth.

You Are The Bows From Which Your Children As Living Arrows Are Sent Forth./the Archer Sees The Mark Upon The Path Of The Infinite, And He Bends You With His Might That His Arrows May Go Swift And Far.

But If You Love And Must Needs Have Desires, Let These Be Your Desires: To Melt And Be Like A Running Brook That Sings Its Melody To The Night. To Know The Pain Of Too Much Tenderness. To Be Wounded By Your Own Understanding Of Love; And To Bleed Willingly And Joyfully. To Wake At Dawn With A Winged Heart And Give Thanks For Another Day Of Loving; To Rest At Noon Hour And Meditate Love's Ecstasy; To Return Home At Eventide With Gratitude; And Then To Sleep With A Prayer For The Beloved In Your Heart And A Song Of Praise On Your Lips.

Love... It Surrounds Every Being And Extends Slowly To Embrace All That Shall Be.