And The Heart That Is

Come O'er The Sea, Maiden With Me, Mine Through The Sunshine, Storms And Snows; Seasons May Roll, But The True Soul Burns The Same, Where'er It Goes.

Here Bring Your Wounded Hearts, Here Tell Your Anguish; Earth Has No Sorrow That Heaven Cannot Heal.

When We Relate To Our Bodies As Having Soul, We Attend To Their Beauty, Their Poetry And Their Expressiveness. Our Very Habit Of Treating The Body As A Machine, Whose Muscles Are Like Pulleys And Its Organs Engines, Forces Its Poetry Underground, So That We Experience The Body As An Instrument And See Its Poetics Only In Illness.

It Is Only Through Mystery And Madness That The Soul Is Revealed.

A Soul Mate Is Someone To Whom We Feel Profoundly Connected, As Though The Communication And Communing That Take Place Between Us Were Not The Product Of Intentional Efforts, But Rather A Divine Grace. This Kind Of Relationship Is So Important To The Soul That Many Have Said There Is Nothing More Precious In Life.