“It took her years to release the scars that covered her heart, and the final puzzle piece was realizing she’d been love from the start.”

They had different minds but their hearts were aligned and their souls entwined; for they were two of a kind.

Be soft, feeling your way through be open, ready to receive the new be bold, and honest about what’s right for you Be loving, and you’ll feel that love too.

When you follow your soul you lose the control, as conditioning falls away the world becomes less loud; but then your soul tribe appear the ones who also vowed, to ensure the depths of their hearts found.

Your heart has always known; the work is to shovel enough mind rubble to hear it speak.

Healing isn’t about changing who you are, for its a coming of home from which you’ve wandered far.

She’s not free when she’s waiting for something she can’t control, so she ventures inwards making different decisions; searching for the untold.

The sky breathes life into the vastness that is I.

In this moment I am me, as much as I’m ever going to be; I’m not a memory that can no longer be seen, for I am the seer that always has been.

You can never truly lose the spirit that is you, finders are keepers when it comes to core truths.

Responding differently to the same situations is that brings about transformation.

It hits me like a train, a hurricane of pain, the type that leaves one breathless whilst imprinting a deep stain; but then by some miracle it slowly fades away again, and I find myself back, forever changed.

Your eyes look brighter somehow, as though the clouds within have parted, and your inner sun is radiating all your heart is.

Some parts of the journey are about learning to be; unclasping the hands of productivity to set us free.

Setbacks only unveiled the depth of her commitment to her dreams.

Its natural to feel fear and pain, when you’re healing old wounds to come home again.

Love wins, for it is true; see love is the essence, the purity within you.

Your love left me simultaneously whole and in pieces.

I realized it was really love when I was living to break myself into a million pieces just to make you whole.

Never mess with a poets heart for they know how to turn broken pieces in a written masterpiece of art.

We left pieces of ourselves in each other.

Will you be stubborn, full of patience. When all around you rush? Today you built a piece of your future. Will it ever be enough?

He took the pieces of my broken heart and turned them into a mosaic for his own viewing pleasure.

Piece by piece we rebuild the moon each night.

I know a lot of people look up to the sky to talk to God, but not me. I am searching for my pieces in the blue ocean above the mountains.