There Is A Voice That Doesn’t Use

In The Orchard And Rose Garden I Long To See Your Face. In The Taste Of Sweetness I Long To Kiss Your Lips. In The Shadows Of Passion I Long For Your Love.

Wings Of Love Long Only To Fly Away From All Directions.

There's No Need To Travel Anywhere. Journey Within Yourself.

Every Fragile Beauty, Every Perfect Forgotten Sentence, You Grieve Their Going Away, But That Is Not How It Is. Where They Come From Never Goes Dry. It Is An Always Flowing Spring.

I Am Pure Light, Not Just A Fistful Of Clay. The Shell Is Not Me, I Came As The Royal Pearl Within. Look At Me Not With Outward Eye But With Inward Vision Of The Heart; Follow Me There And See How Unencumbered We Become.