Life Is Balance Of Holding

This Is Love: To Fly Toward A Secret Sky, To Cause A Hundred Veils To Fall Each Moment. First, To Let Go Of Life. In The End, To Take A Step Without Feet; To Regard This World As Invisible, And To Disregard What Appears To Be The Self. Heart, I Said, What A Gift It Has Been To Enter This Circle Of Lovers, To See Beyond Seeing Itself, To Reach And Feel Within The Breast.

Stop The Words Now. Open The Window In The Center Of Your Chest, And Let The Spirits Fly In And Out.

I Can't Stop Pointing To The Beauty. Every Moment And Place Says, 'put This Design In Your Carpet!'

Go My Friend Bestow Your Love Even On Your Enemies If You Touch Their Hearts What Do You Think Will Happen.

Be Occupied, Then, With What You Really Value And Let The Thief Take Something Else.