When the heaven cry , the rain never fall down only on one particular ground . . .

The dancer is here to flourish your temple
The vocalist to let you chant
The guru to get you beyond the mind
The poet to open up your heart

All of them here to make you remember . . .
your soul is celestial

You are he reason and they are the cause . . .


Every day is Christmas and each moment a new year can start, If you dare to imagine

Love,
Shervin