RAY OF LOVE
Ray of Love, then the third ray and it marked Monday,
A ray of Love & nbsp; is born week, as & nbsp; Jesus on Christmas Eve.
About how beautiful this delicate color,
He is so rapturously calm & nbsp; and calls to himself.
To see a Ray of Love-to leave a trace of that beauty.
It is reflected everywhere in the creative execution of the dream.
She sunrise sun & nbsp; pink us lights the way,
She calls sit down, think, and maybe relax.
After all, beauty and rest requires a soul, it is a child.,
And not on & nbsp; to her liking, when a man is not tidied up and he is tired.
Listen, because the soul asks us to look at the sky blue,
On & nbsp; a quiet pond, birch, maple, bowed his head to it.
Who leaves behind only beauty,
Known to all and the name is crossed the line of eternity,
What motivates gone for eternity soul,
When she is ready to embrace the whole world with her beauty.
Not impoverished and now the creators of the & nbsp; Russian land,
And on the canvases of artists all those same & nbsp; fields and fields...
Roerich saw their beauty, Shilov saw the beauty of their soul,
The beauty of the Earth was seen by artists cosmists and Maranov...
The beauty of the Ray of love will only be created by the one who lives with It,
Dressed in & nbsp; pink tones & nbsp; wonderful & nbsp; clothes,
It & nbsp; can & nbsp; be & nbsp; a simple & nbsp; word and & nbsp; once,
In the soul of a fellow-traveller & nbsp; Ray Pink its nest owls.
And this Ray of Love we & nbsp; fill again and again,
And this means that love will never stop pouring out to us.
Entwined in a single beauty & nbsp; museums & nbsp; stone,
natural palaces and domes of & nbsp; Russia,
their eternity is covered with white snows
and washes touching rain,
as morning lays under the feet of
sparkling droplets – dewdrops!
The great God is the Creator!
Land of beauty, universe & nbsp; - & nbsp; his Palace!
Beautiful and soul, in & nbsp; that & nbsp; nor & nbsp; was & nbsp; b & nbsp; dressed,
She & nbsp; bathes in a Ray of Love and it is always warm!