“Our truth is hidden in our silence, Yours and I.”

In order to learn, comprehend and rediscover that I can be and I want to be better at every moment.

Before I take my last breath, before my last flower withers, I wish to live, I wish to make love, I wish to be in this world close to those who need me, those who I need.

Silence is full of the unspoken, of deeds undone, of confessions to secret love, and of wonders not expressed.

A thousand laughing suns are in your eyes. A thousand crying stars in mine.

Hidden in disguise, leaking out in a variety of symptoms. It is the wellspring of many of our worries, stresses, and conflicts.

I am a hidden meaning made to defy. The grasp of words, and walk away With free will and destiny. As living, revolutionary clay.

In all adversities there is always in its depth, a treasure of spiritual blessings secretly hidden.

There is no safe store of value. Deficit spending is simply a scheme for the hidden confiscation of wealth.

Dopers become convinced they’ve hidden their stash so well a cop won’t find it. They’re always wrong.

Truth is quite literally the only thing that does exist. It is not hidden but in plain view, not lacking but abundantly present.

When there is spirit and light, the dark forces of whatever is hidden and suppressed – like hatred and separation – become more powerful.

Mom used to frame everything we made, and now I’m following her example. It makes children so proud to see their work on display instead of hidden away.