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Beauty Surrounds Us, But Usually We Need To Be Walking In A Garden To Know It. Rumi, Attributed, Conquest Of Abundance: A Tale Of Abstraction Versus The Richness Of Being Don't Grieve. Anything You Lose Comes Round In Another Form.

The Heart Is Like A Candle, Longing To Be Lit!

Lo, For I To Myself Am Unknown, Now In God's Name What Must I Do?

Let Yourself Be Silently Drawn By The Stronger Pull Of What You Really Love. In The Depths There Is A Spring With All The Water Your Heart Is Thirsty For.

Many Prayers Are Declined Because Of The Rank Odor Of A Corrupt Heart, Rising Through The Beautiful Words. Let The Words Be Wrong But The Meaning Right. . . . That Flawed Utterance Is Dearer To God!