Kindling, Paper, Iron, Flint

Sparks, smoke, flames, embers

I once read that thinking about
images of fire can make you feel
warmer when you are cold

I wonder if reading about warm
things could have the same effect

I wonder if I weave you blankets
of the softest wool with my words
if you will feel all toasty inside

I want to be your hot cup of tea

I want you to feel warm when you
think of me

I want to be the fire in your heart

Azuki Lynn

If you’re really listening, if you’re awake to the poignant beauty of the world, your heart breaks regularly. In fact, your heart is made to break; its purpose is to burst open again and again so that it can hold ever-more wonders. — Andrew Harvey, The Return of the Mother (via samsaranmusing)

(via painting-a-picture)

Love is the only reality, and it is not mere sentiment. It is the ultimate truth that lies at the heart of creation. — Rabindranath Tagore 
There is always music amongst the trees in the garden, 
but our hearts must be very quiet to hear it.
  —  Minnie Aumonier
My heart leaps up when I behold a rainbow in the sky. —  WILLIAM WORDSWORTH
'Love came down at Christmas'

'Love came down at Christmas'

Why are you knocking at every other door?
Go, knock at the door of your own heart.
— Rumi
God, I can push the grass apart
And lay my finger on Thy heart!

 Edna St Vincent Millay

All the knowledge I possess everyone else can acquire, but my heart is all my own. — Goethe
Your heart is full of fertile seeds, waiting to sprout. —  Morihei Ueshiba