tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4803275786489959340.post2082813331961844787..comments2023-06-27T10:09:04.812-05:00Comments on Anima Sola: Cry, baby.Anima Solahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02017377491103220973noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4803275786489959340.post-62490402630312042672007-11-14T17:51:00.000-06:002007-11-14T17:51:00.000-06:00There are always words in my heart.....they just g...There are always words in my heart.....they just get lost on their way to my fingers and mouth.Today I steal the words of another.....<BR/><BR/>"True love never can be rent, but only true love can keep beauty innocent. You can run from love, and if it's really love it will find you, catch you by the heel, but you can't be numb for love. How can I hurt when I'm holding you? The soul needs beauty Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10081048658258471305noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4803275786489959340.post-84237196466270785882007-11-11T15:49:00.000-06:002007-11-11T15:49:00.000-06:00Oh, what a sweet blog post. I admire your strength...Oh, what a sweet blog post. I admire your strength to work so hard for love. And boy do I agree with Delle. I find that every time I have reached my spiritual bottom and am overwhelmed, that despair is followed by a deeper, well, something. Someone in a meeting recently described that something as god getting bigger and bigger. Whatever it is... wow. Namaste.ms. fits chicagohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01227092138052303669noreply@blogger.com