Your heart and my heart are very, very old friends.
Be kind to your sleeping heart. Take it out into the vast fields of light...And let it breathe.
Your love Should never be offered to the mouth of a Stranger, Only to someone Who has the valor and daring To cut pieces of their soul off with a knife Then weave them into a blanket To protect you.
The heart is a thousand stringed instrument that can only be tuned with love.
An awake heart is like a sky that pours light.
Run my dear, from anything that may not strengthen your precious budding wings. Run like hell my dear, from anyone likely to put a sharp knife into the sacred, tender vision of your beautiful heart.
Carry your heart through this world like a life-giving sun
For I have learned that every heart will get What it prays for Most.
How did the rose ever open its heart and give to this world all of its beauty? It felt the encouragement of Light against its being; otherwise we all remain too frightened.
Plant a Seed so your Heart will Grow.
What is this precious love and laughter budding in our hearts? It is the glorious sound of a soul waking up!
Only heart to heart can speak the bliss of mystic knowers.
There are different wells within your heart. Some fill with each good rain, Others are far too deep for that.
I do not feel like writing verses; but as I light my perfume burner with myrrh and jasmine incense, they suddenly burgeon from my heart, like flowers in a garden.
