Happy New Year

“For last year's words belong to last year's language
And next year's words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning."  TS Elliot

How can you carry someone else's heart if you don't carry that heart in your own heart?  How can you love someone else's heart unless it is love within your own heart that comprehends it as a mirror lake reflects the moon?

Imagination is what makes us think we differ as reflections.  The universe dances in your eyes, your heart tells no lies.