Love is true, and love comes from the heart, and it is not true that love can be hurt, and yet I will say there is no Human heart that does not know hurt. Each heart carries its own subterfuge of ache.

There are no wounded hearts, for there is not a heart in the world that can exist without love. Where there is love, there is no wound. And it is an impossibility that even one heart without love can exist. Only hearts with love exist. And yet My children have had wounded hearts, and My children know what it is to have an aching heart.

Your body houses you but you do not own it. Nor does the body own you unless you build an altar to it. If your body is foremost in your mind, then you have given your allegiance to it. You have made it the master and you the servant. When the perfection of the physical is the basis for love, the physical owns you.

Let attraction for another be more than the shape of their limbs. Hone your eyes to the sustenance of the beauty that lasts. Let two souls touch, and then the body follow. Let there be love more than usage.