You Are The Mirror Of Divine Beauty.

God Picks Up The Reed-flute World And Blows. Each Note Is A Need Coming Through One Of Us, A Passion, A Longing Pain. Remember The Lips Where The Wind-breath Originated, And Let Your Note Be Clear. Don't Try To End It. Be Your Note.

In The Orchard And Rose Garden I Long To See Your Face. In The Taste Of Sweetness I Long To Kiss Your Lips. In The Shadows Of Passion I Long For Your Love.

You Have Been A Prisoner Of A Little Pond I Am The Ocean And Its Turbulent Flood Come Merge With Me Leave This World Of Ignorance

In Truth, Everything And Everyone Is A Shadow Of The Beloved.

I Have Come To Drag You Out Of Yourself And Take You Into My Heart. I Have Come To Bring Out The Beauty You Never Knew You Had, And Lift You Like A Prayer To The Sky.