The Heart of a wounded Soul

gives birth to Pain.

Pain

is mother to Grief.

Grief, distilled,

becomes Sorrow.

Sorrow, purified,

is the Heart's Memory.

Memory, transformed,

begets Art.

Art, embraced,

is Beauty incarnate.

Beauty, received,

brings Joy as its companion.

Joy, shared Soul to Soul,

conceives Love.

The Soul that has not known Pain

can never give birth to Love.

Art is the Heart's Alchemy.