"You left and I cried tears of blood. My sorrow grows. Its not just that You left. But when You left ..." — Rumi

The way the Beloved can fit in my heart, two thousand lives could fit in this body of mine. One kernel could contain a thousand bushels, and a hundred worlds pass through the eye of the needle.

And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice.

Plant the love of the holy ones within your spirit; don't give your heart to anything, but the love of those whose hearts are glad.

May these vows and this marriage be blessed.