Your Body Is The Harp Of The

Knowledge Cultivates Your Seeds And Does Not Sow In Your Seeds.

Among The Hills, When You Sit In The Cool Shade Of The White Poplars, Sharing The Peace And Serenity Of Distant Fields And Meadows - Then Let Your Heart Say In Silence, "god Rests In Reason." And When The Storm Comes, And The Mighty Wind Shakes The Forest, And Thunder And Lightning Proclaim The Majesty Of The Sky, - Then Let Your Heart Say In Awe, "god Moves In Passion.

Is Not The Cup That Holds Your Wine The Very Cup That Was Burned In The Potter’s Oven?

And Then To Sleep With A Prayer For The Beloved In Your Heart And A Song Of Praise Upon Your Lips.

Love Is The Gentle Smile Upon The Lips Of Beauty.