What Is The Heart? It Is Not

A Pen Went Scribbling Along. When It Tried To Write Love, It Broke.

When Your Love Contracts In Anger, The Atmosphere Itself Feels Threatening. But When You’re Expansive, No Matter What The Weather, You’re In An Open, Windy Field With Friends.

Raise Your Words, Not Your Voice.

Love Asks Us To Enjoy Our Life For Nothing Good Can Come Of Death. Who Is Alive? I Ask. Those Who Are Born Of Love. Seek Us In Love Itself, Seek Love In Us Ourselves. Sometimes I Venerate Love, Sometimes It Venerates Me.

There Is A Window Between Heart And Heart: They Are Never Separate Like Two Bodies. Two Lamps May Not Be United In Their Form - But Their Light Merges Into Each Other.