No matter where we come from, there is one language we can all speak and understand from birth, the language of the heart, love.

The reason as to why a human cannot give birth to himself is because he needs someone to help him. We are altricial, or helpless at birth, because we have to depend on others so that later in life when we are capable, we help those in need. And this is very much part of the circle of life.

Name and form are simply illusions of separation. Love doesn’t make us blind; rather, it erases the illusions so we can see clearly.

My dear, if heaven is truly a place, then it is situated in your heart, that special place, that was reserved for me.

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