Hafiz
“Whatever is held most sacred in our heart once, is forever held there, once sacred forever sacred, master that you are of your own soul.”— Nigel Lott
This is a reflection on the quiet discipline of keeping the heart open, even when love must take a different form.
This contemplation explores the quiet power of presence: how, in the midst of suffering, simply being there for one another can become an expression of love.
A brief blessing for the places in us that still remember fear—and for the love that has never left us.
A small remembrance of why I continue to write and record: that beneath all we have come to believe ourselves to be, there remains a love beyond measure.