The heart feels what it can handle.
The hands hold only what it can grasp.
What is the limit? Is there a limit to your
love, your feelings?
Talk to your heart, ignore the head, if you’d like to sing.
Logic will only bring you black and white, the stark obvious.
Hold yourself, like a lover…arms warm and safe. Bring
yourself the immense healing of the heart.
The eyes, and hands will follow.
Love thy self.