Hearts Live By Being Wounded

When you miss someone....its weirdyour body doesnt function normally..as it should. Because I miss you and my heartits not steadymy soul it sings numb. Fingers are coldlike youyour soul.

Be the one who nurtures and builds. Be the one who has an understanding and a forgiving heart one who looks for the best in people. Leave people better than you found them.

One ought to hold on to ones heart for if one lets it go one soon loses control of the head too.

Then he made one last effort to search in his heart for the place where his affection had rotted away and he could not find it.

I am my hearts undertaker. Daily I go and retrieve its tattered remains place them delicately into its little coffin and bury it in the depths of my memory only to have to do it all again tomorrow.

What should I do about the wild and the tame The wild heart that wants to be free and the tame heart that wants to come home. I want to be held. I dont want you to come too close. I want you to scoop me up and bring me home at nights. I dont want to tell you where I am. I want to keep a place among the rocks where no one can find me. I want to be with you.

How could you go about choosing something that would hold the half of your heart you had to bury

Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation.

Nobody sees anybody truly but all through the flaws of their own egos. That is the way we all see ...each other in life. Vanity fear desire competition-- all such distortions within our own egos-- condition our vision of those in relation to us. Add to those distortions to our own egos the corresponding distortions in the egos of others and you see how cloudy the glass must become through which we look at each other. Thats how it is in all living relationships except when there is that rare case of two people who love intensely enough to burn through all those layers of opacity and see each others naked hearts.