We Are As Pieces Of Chess Engaged

The Rewards Of Life And Devotion To God Are Love And Inner Rapture, And The Capacity To Receive The Light Of God.

On The Path Of Love We Are Neither Masters Nor The Owners Of Our Lives. We Are Only A Brush In The Hand Of The Master Painter.

I Have No Name For What Circles So Perfectly.

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.

Be Drunk With Love, For Love Is All That Exists. Where Is Intimacy Found If Not In The Give And Take Of Love.