THIS TORTURE Why should we tell you our love stories when you spill them together like blood in the dirt? Love is a pearl lost on the ocean floor, or a fire we can’t see, but how does saying that push us through the top of the head into the light above the head? Love is not an iron pot, so this boiling energy won’t help. Soul, heart, self. Beyond and within those is one saying, How long before I’m free of this torture!

The heart has its own language. The heart knows a hundred thousand ways to speak.

Love's creed is separate from all religions.

Open the window of your heart and let the Spirit speak

Your calling my name is My reply. Your longing for Me is My message to you.

Iron was black and sheenless, but cleansing and polishing washed away its blackness.

You've come to know the fortunate and the inauspicious stars, but you don't know whether you yourself are fortunate or lucky.