The Only Lasting Beauty Is The Beauty

Be Certain That In The Religion Of Love There Are No Believers And Unbelievers. Love Embraces All.

Stop Learning. Start Knowing

Every Moment A Taste Of That Beauty In Our Mouths, Another Stashed In A Pocket. Impossible To Say What: No Cypress So Handsome, No Sunlight, A Lonely Hiddenness. Other Pleasure Gathers A Crowd, Starts A Fight, Lots Of Noise There. But Soul Beauty Stays Quiet..his Amazing Whereabouts Unknown Inside My Heart.

Let Us Put Away Our Blinders And Answer The Call To Joy.

Cease Looking For Flowers! There Blooms A Garden In Your Own Home. While You Look For Trinkets The Treasure House Awaits You In Your Own Being.