that which is placed in the heart from my hands this is not born gently laid to rest in the soul this is not created by thoughts of the mind i look at my works and these are not related to decisions of the eternal self
we cultivate the space for love by removing the need for anger our only desire is the truth of forgiveness the compassion of acceptance of what is and what may never be
placed in the heart like a calling from afar a whisper is carried by the passing cloud delivered to the subtle by the gross take that which is given to the heart and place it in anothers so that both may know the loving place