A Servant Wants To Be Rewarded For

The Garden Of Love Is Green Without Limit And Yields Many Fruits Other Than Sorrow Or Joy. Love Is Beyond Either Condition: Without Spring, Without Autumn, It Is Always Fresh.

I Have No Companion But Love, No Beginning, No End, No Dawn. The Soul Calls From Within Me: 'you, Ignorant Of The Way Of Love, Set Me Free.'

Inside Any Deep Asking Is The Answering.

Greed Makes Man Blind And Foolish, And Makes Him An Easy Prey For Death.

No More Words. Hear Only The Voice Within.