Run my dear, from anything that may not strengthen your precious budding wings. Run like hell my dear, from anyone likely to put a sharp knife into the sacred, tender vision of your beautiful heart.
Now is the time to know that all that you do is sacred.
How seamless seemed love and then came trouble!
An awake heart is like a sky that pours light.
Love is simply creation's greatest joy.
Start seeing everything as God, But keep it a secret