Deep In Our Hearts, The

Love Opens My Chest, And Thought Returns To Its Confines.

Heartsick, Heartbroken - To Know Love Is To Know Pain. What Could Be More Common? Even So, Each Broken Heart Is So Singular That With It We Probe The Divine.

Ground Yourself, Strip Yourself Down, To Blind Loving Silence

Whatever Sorrow Shakes From Your Heart, Far Better Things Will Take Their Place.

Longing Is The Core Of Mystery. Longing Itself Brings The Cure. The Only Rule Is, Suffer The Pain. Your Desires Must Be Disciplined And What You Want To Happen In Time, Sacrificed.