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“Nothing we encounter is by chance, for each is a Godsend in this life. It may not seem clear at the time, but as you walk through the fog, you get to see the light, faintly spreading. There, we understand what seemed so baffling all this time. Could that be the sun coming through the fog? We may not understand the path laid by God, but with time, we enter the incomprehensible. Each encounter is a gift from God, to help us unfold and find our sacred deep. Each loss can open a doorway if only we let it and the crushed heart grows to be a flower. Through loss and love, through all that is spoken and unspoken, we are going back home, to make sense of everything, to be aware of that which we were unaware of, --the purpose of life.”

“As memories flower, it means, they have carried something of the times we once had; that they have carried the nights when I saw stars in your eyes: that they have carried the days when I saw the sea swelling in your soul; that those flowers of memories carried the seeds of who I was to you or who you were to me. And though, eons have passed between then and now, somewhere, somehow, the whispers we made from the hearts still drift in the winds; it means, not all things die but float as songs in the evening breeze.”

“As memories flower, it means, they have carried something of the times we once had; that they have carried the nights when I saw stars in your eyes: that they have carried the days when I saw the sea dancing in your soul; that those flowers of memories carried the seeds of who I was to you or who you were to me. And though eons have passed between then and now, somewhere, somehow, the whispers we made from the hearts, still drift in the winds; it means, not all things die but float as songs, in the evening breeze.”

“There comes your desperate plea to live again, for you know, time is passing like a river, and nothing ever will stay the same. There comes your burning desire to dream again, to love again, for one more time, but God only gives you one chance to live it right. And when things are blazing deep inside, you take out the blank paper where drops the silent ink. There it is ..the flames of your heart, in the shape of a love letter, or an etched flower of your deep. What is profound never really dies. It only changes the form.. from one to another. There comes the power of transformation...”

“There comes your desperate plea for life again, for you know, time is passing like a river, and nothing ever will stay the same. There comes your burning desire to dream again, to love again, for one more time, but God only gives you one chance to live it right. And when things are blazing deep inside, you take out the blank paper where drops the silent ink. There it is ..the flames of your heart, in the shape of a love letter, or an etched flower of your deep. What is profound never really dies. It only changes the form.. from one to another. There comes the power of transformation...”