Philosophy

A woman from Yemen stepped out from the crowd of Q&A and said, "Dimitri speak to us on the making of love."

In knowing the beckoning of love, your heart remain faithful in keeping its promise to tenderly cultivate the breath of another. Embracing their mind, while being humble to their thoughts, as the physician within is patient for the patient that so desire your way to heal them. Of a surety, it is not the envy of the deep blue skies, boastfulness of the whispering winds, nor proud colors of the seasons that interpret it's depth or meaning. It's total evolvement of heart, mind, and soul. It's the complete removal of livery, exposing the skin to fate as it travel along diligence through faith to find its way in self-control, obedience, and perseverance. Love shalt not be confused with it's sibling, infatuation; therefore, for us there is no making of love. The human artistry can not capture full knowledge of this unearthly element. Love is simply god's caring in motion.