When inward tenderness finds the secret hurt, pain itself will crack the rock and Ah! Let the soul emerge.
The lion is most handsome when looking for food.
Our death is our wedding with eternity.
Love is the soul's light, the taste of morning, no me, no we, no claim of being.
May these vows and this marriage be blessed.
My souls sits in silence, and then asks again, where are you in all of this?