Now come the whispers bearing bouquets of moonbeams and sunlight tremblings.

A horn of plenty spills from your hands into the starved lives of millions.

Where humanity sowed faith, hope, and unity, joy’s garden blossomed.

Change is one of the scariest things in the world and yet it is also one of those variables of human existence that no one can avoid.

This rose of pearl-coated infinity transforms the diseased slums of a broken heart into a palace made of psalms and gold.

The ecstatic beauty and soulful grace of Rumi's poetry inspires human hearts to believe in possibilities beyond the predictably fatal.

With my ninth mind I resurrect my first and dance slow to the music of my soul made new.