The Heart That Is Not In Love

What Draws Friends Together Does Not Conform To The Laws Of Nature.

In Winter The Bare Boughs That Seem To Sleep Work Covertly, Preparing For Their Spring.

What You're Seeking Is Seeking You.

You Moan, "she Left Me." "he Left Me," Twenty More Will Come.

If You Yearn For Holy Felicity, Shed Your Arrogance And Become A Seeker Of Hearts.