Last night, as I was sleeping, I dreamt -- -- that I had a beehive here inside my heart. And the golden bees were making white combs and sweet honey from my old failures. In our deepest moments of struggle, frustration, fear, and confusion, we are being called upon to reach in and touch our hearts. Then, we will know what to do, what to say, how to be. What is right is always in our deepest heart of hearts. It is from the deepest part of our hearts that we are capable of reaching out and touching another human being. It is, after all, one heart touching another heart. set to conqour
Posted on: Sun, 01 Sep 2013 05:56:09 +0000
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