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

Love calls - everywhere and always. We're sky bound. Are you coming?

The time has come to turn your heart into a temple of fire. Your essence is gold hidden in dust. To reveal its splendor you need to burn in the fire of love.

We should ask God to help us toward manners. Inner gifts do not find their way to creatures without just respect.

Tear off the mask. Your face is glorious

Someone who does not run toward the allure of love walks a road where nothing lives. But this dove here senses the love hawk floating above, and waits, and will not be driven or scared to safety.

Love opens my chest, and thought returns to its confines.