The Past, The Future, O

What I Had Thought Of Before As God, I Met Today In A Human Being.

Daylight, Full Of Small Dancing Particles. Can You See Them When I Whisper In Your Ear?

Contain All Human Faces In Your Own Without Any Judgment Of Them

On The Path Of Love We Are Neither Masters Nor The Owners Of Our Lives. We Are Only A Brush In The Hand Of The Master Painter.

Open The Window Of Your Heart And Let The Spirit Speak