The little pieces of my heart are caught in many different things. There are past hurts and joys, there are longings and unfulfilled desires in my heart. My heart is a storehouse of the past. It also holds a consistent thread of love that I carry always. To access the best of my heart requires the discerning capacity of the intellect. To choose that which serves best in each situation requires the clarity of a clean intellect.
Today let me use the best intelligence of my heart and my intellect.
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