Dance, And Make Joyous The

I Seem Restless, But Am Deeply At Ease. Branches Tremble; The Roots Are Still.

Love Is Not Written On Paper, For Paper Can Be Erased. Nor Is It Etched On Stone, For Stone Can Be Broken. But It Is Inscribed On A Heart And There It Shall Remain Forever.

I Opened My Arms To Love And Love Embraced Me Like A Lover

Loosen The Bonds Of Avarice From Your Hands And Neck.

What A Joy, To Travel The Way Of The Heart