“Tomorrow’s thoughts swallow today’s contentment. Mind, Be present. – mindfulness.”

I know your story is hard to tell without choking up or caving in but the world could learn a lesson or two from the one who weathered silent storms. – silent storms.

A bleeding heart takes longer to catch up with the rationale of a busy mind. – emotions aren’t linear.

You can’t blame her for drifting away when you never asked her ship to stay. – abandonment ship.

I like my name better when its tied to yours.

As ocean waves never cease to pursue the shoreline and the sun gives his blessing over their daily union. I’m reminded of steadfast love persistent on pursuing each other. – stead fast love.

Blue green orange red. I could eat all the colors of the rainbow and still see life in black-and-white reruns I’ve watched a thousand times. – rumination.

It’s okay to slow down. (here’s the permission you don’t need.)

I’ve never known anyone I was afraid to lose until I met you. – You.

Misery doesn’t love just any company it desires the kind presence only loneliness feeds but that’s not love at all. – love doesn’t eat it bleeds.

I’ve learned that the challenge doesn’t lie in finding love but healing from those who didn’t know what love is. – lessons in love.

The weight of honesty lies heavy in sweaty palms, preparing to speak the truth to a world that is not ready to hear it. – not everyone can handle your honesty.

I hear the rain fall and suddenly I don’t feel so alone because the sky is crying too.

We make time for the things that matter most to us – I guess I didn’t matter much to myself.

I’ve learned that the challenge doesn’t lie in finding love but healing from those who didn’t know what love is. – lessons in love.

A bleeding heart takes longer to catch up with the rationale of a busy mind. – emotions aren’t linear.

As the morning dawns my soul stands motionless before your presence be still and know is my hearts meditation.

Reverie is not a mind vacuum. It is rather the gift of an hour which knows the plenitude of the soul.

What do I say the mind is pulling me away, when my beingness has always been here to stay.

She sidestepped her mind to breathe in the new day, and ask for her heart to show her the way.

They say my verse is sad: no wonder; Its narrow measure spans Tears of eternity, and sorrow, Not mine. but man’s.

I love to live things, so I wanted to immerse myself and get into the mindset – and sandals – of my forefathers.

The mirrors in your mind can reflect the best of yourself, not the worst of someone else.

I knew the mass of men conceal’d Their thoughts, for fear that if reveal’d They would by other men be met With blank indifference.

There are two things in the painter, the eye and the mind; each of them should aid the other.