“With you, I can hold water I can hold light I can move the sun into the far night.”

Its raining love throw the umbrella away, do not shield me for love holds peace not terror.

Be still, for only in stillness, can the mountains float on the oceans that move through you.

This Christmas I am soft snow, the crystallized flakes. I am fire in the chimney and the warmth in lights.

Let me lay in the arms of my heart and put my thoughts to sleep for my heart whispers wisdom, my mind could never speak.

Between holding on and letting go october discerns october knows, that life lurks between the clouds of death and death breathes with every rebirth.

They say it is written in the stars, but the stars only echo the poetry in the heart.

My whole life is in between your lips, kiss me more.

In 2022 don’t wait for the world to change but change the way you perceive the world.

Dance your way through the journey the road is your tango class and your destiny is the stage.

Forgiveness gives birth to freedom so forgive them and set yourself free from the delusion of their chains and from the agony in your reality.

Yesterday the sea reflected the colors of the skies and today the sea beams the tint of your eyes.

Nothing is entitled to her skin but her flesh and bones.

Love will mock the intellect and beat down the arrogant.

Tasteless is a life without your courage, for courage is the salt to your bread. So dare, dare to stare that monster in the eye, that fear that fiddles under your bed.

Stars shine brighter when nights are darker and life flourishes most when the rain is heavier.

You were deafened by your own bewailing that you couldn’t hear love knocking on your door.

Some show it through their toil. Some breathe it into music, Some mold it into art, Some shape it into bread loaves… Some hold it in their hearts.

You have to hold onto your fantasy.

I always said what I thought and I didn’t hold anything back.

A man is only as strong as the woman who holds him.

What thoughts are so important that it is worth holding on to them even when they make you miserable? Why are you holding on?

The only person thats gonna hold you back is yourself

I suppose these ginks who argue that way hold that because the rich man gets ice in the summer and the poor man gets it in the winter things are breaking even for both. Maybe so, but I’ll swear I can’t see it that way.

Hate gets going, it goes round, it gets older and tighter and older and tighter, until it holds a person inside it like a fist holds a stick.