Reason is powerless in the expression of Love.
Like a thief reason sneaked in and sat amongst the lovers eager to give them advice. They were unwilling to listen, so reason kissed their feet and went on its way.
You already have the precious mixture that will make you well. Use it.
In silence there is eloquence. Stop weaving and watch how the pattern improves.
Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.
and a small hidden treasure..
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