“Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.”

All men love you for themselves. I love you for yourself.

The strong grows in solitude where the weak withers away.

To understand the heart and mind of a person, look not at what he has already achieved, but at what he aspires to.

There must be something strangely sacred about salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.

But let there be spaces in your togetherness and let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

Your joy can fill you only as deeply as your sorrow has carved you.

Your joy can fill you only as deeply as your sorrow has carved you.

And God said, Love your enemy, & I obeyed Him & loved myself.

Nature reaches out to us with welcoming arms, and bids us enjoy her beauty; but we dread her silence and rush into the crowded cities, there to huddle like sheep fleeing from a ferocious wolf.

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

Yesterday is but today’s memory, and tomorrow is today’s dream.

If you sing of beauty though alone in the heart of the desert you will have an audience.

All can hear, but only the sensitive can understand.

All can hear, but only the sensitive can understand.

The giving and receiving of pleasure is a need and an ecstasy.

It takes a minute to have a crush on someone, an hour to like someone, and a day to love someone but it takes a lifetime to forget someone.

Down to earth but she stayed an angel.

If I were reincarnated I would wish to be returned to Earth as a killer virus to lower human population levels.

I can’t wait to collect memories from every corner of the earth to splash in the vastness of this beautiful world.

I am not from the Earth. I am from a place artist are obsessed with. A place where everything makes sense from the point of view of imagination, but not human intelligence.

Have I been buried alive by chronic pain? I can taste the dirt as they put me in the earth, thick on my lips like the honey that drips down my lips.

Earth is a place where we learn to fly in human form. We all gather here in the miraculous place where a tiny seed grows a flower with its own smell or a tree that casts shade onto the land of people.

There are so many pieces of souls flying above us and obscuring the sky that the sunrays can barely reach the Earth.

I never cared about judgmental people on this earth.