“It could be the end of a story. It could be the beginning.”

You, when I’m afraid, and you when I’m brave.

Its amazing how you return everything the world takes away from me.

And in the quietest moments, I miss your silence.

Are you afraid of their potential? or you just unaware of yours.

You, when I’m afraid, and you when I’m brave.

This is what the heart wants. This is what the head won’t get.

Spring blooms, even in places where life once ended.

Answers will bring you home, but questions – they’ll take you everywhere.

And every time they have touched me, my skin has asked if its you.

Feel, so you can heal. Heal, so you can feel.

And despite it all, we dream. That is our greatest resistance.

Nothing born of sun and storms is ever weak in any form.

And then there’s you: my greatest reminder that god is a poet, too.

Tell me a love story that begins with when you met yourself.

The hardest part of living the dream is believing you are.

I told the night everything about you. It smiled, and said, “stranger dreams have come true”.

A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom.

God speaks in the silence of the heart Listening is the beginning of prayer.

You begin saving the world by saving one man at a time; all else is grandiose romanticism or politics.

Boys, you must strive to find your own voice, because the longer you wait to begin the less likely you are to find it at all.

In the eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins.”

Let’s begin by taking a smallish nap or two.

If you really want peace on earth, create peace in your heart, in your being. That is the right place to begin with and then spread.

The world has plenty of room, riches, money and beauty. Let us begin by dividing it more fairly.