The Radiant One In Me Has Never

A Pearl Goes Up For Auction. No One Has Enough, So The Pearl Buys Itself.

In Winter The Bare Boughs That Seem To Sleep Work Covertly, Preparing For Their Spring.

It Is Love That Gives Joy To Happiness.

In Our Hearts There Burns A Fire... That Burns All Veils To Their Root And Foundation When Those Veils Have Been Burned Away Then The Heart Will Understand Completely. Ancient Love Will Unfold Ever-fresh Forms In The Heart Of The Spirit, In The Core Of The Heart.

Be Suspicious Of What You Want.