Give Your Weakness To One Who Helps.

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!

This Dance Is The Joy Of Existence.

The Heart Has Its Own Language. The Heart Knows A Hundred Thousand Ways To Speak.

Be Foolishly In Love, Because Love Is All There Is.

Love Will Find Its Way Through All Languages On Its Own.