Hearts filled with love beat with the joy of the new day and seek chances to enrich the lives of others. Love spills from them, and so their kin grow strong also. Such people are the social glue, the ones with the power to knit others together with invisible strings of happiness and fraternity. And so the loving heart is a gift, not simply to the person who keeps it safe in their flesh, but to everyone whose life they touch. Such a heart sends out ripples of love that keep on going in the present and into the future yet untold. So fill your heart with love as often as you can and you will be a blessing to all.
Would you be the proper person with respect or the one with a free heart despised by the chaste? Would you listen to dry scriptures about love or go out with that heart and love the ones who needed it the most? Would you show what hearts are really for and why they beat? Would you take the injured child and take the time to love them to wellness? Would you love the person your heart directed you to or stay safely in the shadows? Would your heart lead you to defend the weak and feed the hungry? Or has it been locked away by words I wish you'd never heard?
Though we cannot be lead by our hearts alone, neither can we live false lives of misery in dark caves under neon lights. There comes a time to feel the earth between our toes and the wind on our skin and know that we need to bend like the grasses in the wind rather than become brittle with age. The scars build, the road gets hard and we yearn for the softness we felt in youth. We need to tread a wide path or drive on an open road with music filling our minds. At least then when we return home, we know that it is a place of love to dwell in and be sheltered, and not a cage to keep us until we depart this life.
Do you keep your hearts in little cages? Are they bound in the false wires of morality? Are they allowed to beat but only so much, no more or less than is decent? I can tell you that hearts are not made to be this way, that their love should know no boarders. They are made to spill love into every recess of every mind and wake the soul from its imposed slumber. So one by one take some clippers and remove the wires, letting your hearts expand a little at a time until they need their cages no longer and may beat safely and know that their natural ways are good.
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