But who is ready to be a friend indeed?

What are we of souls/ why do some hearts hurl swords? If we are of same God, why are we of different people, if the same milk of feelings and emotions flow in all human chambers, why do some see some as higher and some as lower. The queries owl in my heart after words wit her- a thought angel of heaven because of a white flesh/ But i conceive that am not lower if my mind is higher/ that anybody whatever colour of form can be lower if mind is lower. Friend, if truly we are of same God, why can't we let ONENESS chirp a syrupy strain of a thrush?

True love is the key of heaven, the master key to all locks/ Lust! The undoing of earth is a missle, a daring dart to hearts / Love so true, a bridge that will not fall.

I really love this post becus with true love and not lust! The world will be a better place. Thank u!