“Maybe you don’t need to have all the answers, maybe life need not be slower or faster; maybe everything’s evolving in the magic of the unseen, maybe its not about doing but simply being.”

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.

Sometimes she pleaded with life, only to find out that she was begging for her very essence; for she is life itself.

Every moment of presence is a moment of soul; the portal in which true tales are told and hearts desires unfold.

I love those moments that you know you’re going to miss, and you breathe in every inch to try and bottle up its bliss.

Her emotions no longer scared her, and she was declared free.

I’ve always been right here buried under the rubble of fear; I simply forgot how near I’ve always been to the heart that holds love dear.

She nursed her wounds, softly holding space, breathing love into pain, until it turned into grace.

The girl she’d always wished to be, was reflecting back to her soul’s poetry.

Her dreams were akin to the vastness within.

I’m from Dallas, Texas, and every time my grandmother would call-she would call me any time of the day-I’d be home answering the phone.

Youre not going to drive me home? I asked. A waste of breath, since i knew her answer. Theres fog. Patchy fog. Vee grinned. Oh, boy. He is so on your mind. Not that i blame you. Personally, im hoping i dream about him tonight.

It made me love talk that sought answers to questions that could help nobody, that could only keep alive in me that enthralling sense of wonder and awe in the face of the drama of human feeling which is hidden by the external drama of life.

One thing that I am sure of, and which I can answer truthfully, is that whatever the contingencies that may arise here, wherever I am there will be no communism.

And I think that’s reflected in the fact that, when we have problems that really are problems of employment, that are really problems of mental health, that are really problems of drugs, our answer is the police.

Advice is what we ask for when we already know the answer but wish we didn’t.

Maybe my life isn’t great. We don’t have all the answers. Look at it from my side.

Learning to savor the vertigo of doing without answers or making do with fragmentary ones opens up the pleasures of recognizing and playing with patterns, finding coherence within complexity, sharing within multiplicity.