Bathe In The Splendor Of

The Gifts Of Lovers To One Another Are, In Respect To Love, Nothing But Forms; Yet, They Testify To Invisible Love.

Love Cannot Be Learned Or Taught. Love Comes As Grace.

Light The Incense! You Have To Burn To Be Fragrant.

Limp Along Until Your Legs Are Spent, And You Fall Flat And Your Energy Is Drained. Then The Grace Of The Divine Will Lift You.

Love Is The Reality, And Poetry Is The Drum.