While the heart often leads, it is the sacred tide of the soul which propels flight.
The eternal clock from which we were birthed cannot be controlled or manipulated. We are who we are.
As we continue to rise from the ashes of rust and relic, let us be the magnificence of our creation. Ancient wisdom buried within will be rebirthed as our truest selves come to light.
The beauty of living is not an immediate knowing, but an accumulation of the experiences of many lifetimes before us. The depth of sharing is a mystery unknown to us. We learn as we live, and we live as we learn.