The sky will bow down to your beauty, if you do.
I, you, he, she, we In the garden of mystic lovers, these are not true distinctions.
When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.
Love itself describes its own perfection. Be speechless and listen.
Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.
Watch for all that beauty reflecting from you and sing a love song to your existence.