Hall of Love has ten thousand swords. Don't be afraid to use one.
Love so needs to love that it will endure almost anything, even abuse, just to flicker for a moment. But the sky's mouth is kind, its song will never hurt you, for I sing those words.
That hurt we embrace becomes joy. Call it to your arms where it can change.
In Winter the bare boughs that seem to sleep Work covertly, preparing for their Spring.
What a Joy, to travel the way of the heart
Why struggle to open a door between us when the whole wall is an illusion?