Actually, your soul and mine are the same. We appear and disappear with each other.

Very little grows on jagged rock. Be ground. Be crumbled, so wildflowers will come up where you are.

Heartsick, heartbroken - to know love is to know pain. What could be more common? Even so, each broken heart is so singular that with it we probe the divine.

Love is not written on paper, for paper can be erased. Nor is it etched on stone, for stone can be broken. But it is inscribed on a heart and there it shall remain forever.

Who gets up early to discover the moment light begins?

Kindle in thy heart the flame of love.

Embark on the journey of LOVE. It takes you from yourself to yourself.