We Rarely Hear The Inward Music, But

Beauty Surrounds Us, But Usually We Need To Be Walking In A Garden To Know It. Rumi, Attributed, Conquest Of Abundance: A Tale Of Abstraction Versus The Richness Of Being Don't Grieve. Anything You Lose Comes Round In Another Form.

These Pains You Feel Are Messengers. Listen To Them.

Love’s Secret Is Always Lifting Its Head Out From Under The Covers, “here I Am!”

Death Has Nothing To Do With Going Away.the Sun Sets The Moon Sets But They Are Not Gone.

The Mirror Of The Heart Must Be Clear, So You Can Discern The Ugly From The Beautiful.