Mount The Stallion Of Love

The Light Which Shines In The Eye Is Really The Light Of The Heart.. The Light Which Fills The Heart Is The Light Of God, Which Is Pure And Separate From The Light Of Intellect And Sense.

Beauty Is The Garden Scent Of Roses, Murmuring Water Flowing Gently...can Words Describe The Indescribable?

Love Is A River. Drink From It.

Travelers, It Is Late. Life's Sun Is Going To Set. During These Brief Days That You Have Strength, Be Quick And Spare No Effort Of Your Wings

Life S Picture Is Constantly Undergoing Change. The Spirit Beholds A New World Every Moment.