Verily All Things Move Within Your Being

Your Hearts Know In Silence The Secrets Of The Days And The Nights. But Your Ears Thirst For The Sound Of The Heart's Knowledge. You Would Know In Words That Which You Have Always Known In Thought. You Would Touch With Your Fingers The Naked Body Of The Dreams.

And Ever Has It Been Known That Love Knows Not Its Own Depth Until The Hour Of Separation.

Doubt Is A Pain Too Lonely To Know That Faith Is His Twin Brother. Doubt Is A Foundling Unhappy And Astray, And Though His Own Mother Who Gave Him Birth Should Find Him And Enfold Him, He Would Withdraw In Caution And In Fear.

It Is Not A Garment I Cast Off This Day, But A Skin That I Tear With My Own Hands.

A Sense Of Humour Is A Sense Of Proportion.