The circumstances really don’t matter. Just a night where I bid farewell to five women with hearts so shattered and raw I do not think even the blood of Life could feed or dare to create a beat. Nine weeks later their hearts are one, not healed but mending. The blood and yes tears of Life once again flow making their return to the Ocean of Love and Hope. And the whisper…. Ahhhh it was for my heart. But knowing whispers as I do, if you but close your eyes and dare to feel, you’ll hear your own.
Love is alive, and someone borne along by it is more alive than lions roaring or men in their fierce courage. … Love is invisible except here, in us. Sometimes I praise love; sometimes love praises me. Love, a little shell somewhere on the ocean floor, opens its mouth. You and I and we, those imaginary beings, enter that shell as a single sip of seawater. ~ Rumi
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