“And here, on the edge I look below where there are so many many unknowns.”

It is just as they said it would be great, and terrible, and on occasion, terribly great. (life)

Let yourself breathe. Let yourself grow. Give all your petals permission to unfold.

How to be a poet – call yourself one and pick up a pen.

Can we be who we are and who we are born to be and can we let everything else go?

Time is a funny thing- Flies fast, though constant it slows near large objects, black holes, and you.

Give less shits give more self love.

Are you using your device or is the device using you? You, using using using using devices using you.

Part human and part ocean. A woman who must transform, a woman and a thunderstorm.

I meditate I sit and wait I let my soul.

The things that I fear have no power here as I stand on this altar with you, my dear.

Caterpillars must grow- destroy what it is you think you know.

Don’t stall find yourself in the free fall.

Worry is a wasteful thing eating up moments that could taste sweet.

Surrender, dear- There are so many, many things you will only find if you let go of your fears.

Risk being seen for all that you are including those parts that you call scars.

Breathing dreams like air.

At the edge of madness you howl diamonds and pearls.

Such innovations have given Dubai a competitive edge and an accelerated growth rate that few could match.

I’m coming home but this time with softer edges.

I’m dancing on the edge of throwing it all away.

I’m dancing on the edge of the knife, as I cut out pieces of my heart to feed your beasts.

I love stories that put you on the edge of your seat and make you feel something.

The past of the soul is so distant! The soul does not live on the edge of time. It finds its rest in the universe imagined by reverie.

Truth uncompromisingly told will always have its ragged edges.