
All things, of necessity, have two
sides: What is the song without the
listener? The love that sings the melody
moves out, out in space and finds
itself listening from other hearts.
It is the way of things.
Beauty can never be private, can never
be possessed by one, or two or ten million.
The one who hears creates the one
who sings. The one who sings creates
the one who hears.
It is the way of things.
The one who hears, must, by love's law
be one of beauty to hear beauty. It is in
this way that life completes one side with
the other. There is only one song, which is
ever being sung, but through different voices,
and one song ever being heard, but through
different ears. Hold fast to the beauty in yourself
while letting it soar to it's greater destination.
You are life's gift to itself.
It is the way of things.