There Is A Window From

O Beloved, Where Is The Beloved?

Lamps Are Different, But Light Is The Same.

Its Good To Leave Each Day Behind, Like Flowing Water, Free Of Sadness. Yesterday Is Gone And Its Tale Told. Today New Seeds Are Growing.

Love Possesses Seven Hundred Wings, And Each One Extends From The Highest Heaven To The Lowest Earth.

You Are As You Are, An Indescribable Message On The Air.