I Am Yours. Don't Give

Love Is The Reality, And Poetry Is The Drum.

There Comes A Holy And Transparent Time When Every Touch Of Beauty Opens The Heart To Tears. This Is The Time The Beloved Of Heaven Is Brought Tenderly On Earth. This Is The Time Of The Opening Of The Rose.

We Can't Help Being Thirsty, Moving Toward The Voice Of Water. Milk Drinkers Draw Close To The Mother. Muslims, Christians, Jews, Buddhists, Hindus, Shamans, Everyone Hears The Intelligent Sound And Moves With Thirst To Meet It.

I Am Neither Of The East Nor Of The West, No Boundaries Exist Within My Breast.

Love Is The Soul's Light, The Taste Of Morning, No Me, No We, No Claim Of Being.