No One In The Entire

Woman Is The Light Of God.

Cease Looking For Flowers! There Blooms A Garden In Your Own Home. While You Look For Trinkets The Treasure House Awaits You In Your Own Being.

Every Door Is Another Passage, Another Boundary We Have To Go Beyond.

The Ocean Of The Body Crashes Against The Ocean Of The Heart. Between Them Is A Barrier They Cannot Cross.

This Dance Is The Joy Of Existence.