Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.
Grace comes to forgive and then forgive again.
How will you know the difficulties of being human, if you are always flying off to blue perfection? Where will you plant your grief seeds? Workers need ground to scrape and hoe, not the sky of unspecified desire.
Humble living does not diminish. It fills. Going back to a simpler self gives wisdom.
There are no edges to my loving now.
People who repress desires often turn, suddenly, into hypocrites.