This Is Now. Now Is, All There

Love Is The Way Messengers From The Mystery Tell Us Things

Whosoever Knoweth The Power Of The Dance, Dwelleth In God.

When The Rose Is Gone And The Garden Faded You Will No Longer Hear The Nightingale's Song. The Beloved Is All; The Lover Just A Veil. The Beloved Is Living; The Lover A Dead Thing. If Love Withholds Its Strengthening Care, The Lover Is Left Like A Bird Without Care, The Lover Is Left Like A Bird Without Wings. How Will I Be Awake And Aware If The Light Of The Beloved Is Absent? Love Wills That This Word Be Brought Forth.

Speak Any Language, Turkish, Greek, Persian, Arabic, But Always Speak With Love

Love Is The Whole Thing. We Are Only Pieces.