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Listen My Love, Illumination Is Eternal. Now Is Always Evolving. As There Are Billions Of Stars, There Are Billions Of Steps. As There Are Billions Of Souls, There Are Billions Of Ways To Grow.

I Have No Name For What Circles So Perfectly.

The Garden Of The World Has No Limits Except In Your Mind. Its Presence Is More Beautiful Than The Stars With More Clarity Than The Polished Mirror Of Your Heart.

The World's Flattery And Hypocrisy Is A Sweet Morsel: Eat Less Of It, For It Is Full Of Fire. Its Fire Is Hidden While Its Taste Is Manifest, But Its Smoke Becomes Visible In The End.

To Love Is To Be God. Never Will A Lover's Chest Feel Any Sorrow. Never Will A Lover's Robe Be Touched By Mortals. Never Will A Lover's Body Be Found Buried In The Earth. To Love Is To Be God.