kindred-spirits

You are the master of my heart. I am a slave to you're soul. Intertwined in a perfect embrace that I will never release myself from.

The Phoenix burns and rebirths from the ashes in the absence of need for witness, acceptance, understanding or belief.

If its a lie,Then let me live,Between the interconnected fabric of truths,Offer me no more,Give me no less.

Fate had a hand in it - luck had nothing to do with it.

Soul mate love transcends beyond the ethereal plane.

Love is transcendent. It knows not of time nor space. It exist between 'us' for 'us.' Love and be loved. ~ Always ~

She always, She always wanted to express herself but no one cared,So she stopped,She was crushed,Stiff & lifeless,Like everything else.

My mind aches with a thousand stories. All variations with shredded threads of truth.

I want to be tantric with you.

By the grace of god I feel you.

From the moment I met you, your personality had the most extraordinary influence over me. I was dominated, soul brain and power.

I liked how your teacher said we were 'kindred spirits'. I looked that up on m-w .com and it says that means we are related spirits, like family who is not blood family. I told Mamaw this and she said, 'Sometimes that's the best family of all.

It was electric and we couldn't deny it anymore, even when our words spoke different the energy we drew from each-other spoke too loud, it was almost impossible to ignore.

There is too much negativity in the world. Do your best to make sure you aren't contributing to it.

You know a wild spirit just by looking at them, they carry a vibe that doesn't appear often but when it does my god you won't forget them. They are always passing through lives, never staying put, but always remembered long after they have left. These souls are kindred spirits, they connect deeply or not at all.

It is an absolute human certainty that no one can know his own beauty or perceive a sense of his own worth until it has been reflected back to him in the mirror of another loving, caring human being.

Combinations of people, who should have nothing to say to each other. Yet, with hearts that do not recognize it.

In that sense, this is not a standard book of interviews. Nor is it what you might call a book of 'celebrity conversations.' What I was searching for - with increasing clarity as the sessions progressed - was something akin to the heart's natural resonance. What I did my best to hear, of course, was that resonance coming from Ozawa's heart. After all, in our conversations I was the interviewer and he was the interviewee. But what I often heard at the same time was the resonance of my own heart. At times that resonance was something I recognized as having long been a part of me, and at other times it came as a complete surprise. In other words, through a kind of sympathetic vibration that occurred during all of these conversations, I may have been simultaneously discovering Seiji Ozawa and, bit by bit, Haruki Murakami.