“There are ocean waves inside these veins – constantly pulling me to you.”

I don’t want the world but I want you in mine.

I will remain soft in a world marked by hardness.

You were waiting for the sunset while I was longing for the moonrise.

If hearts are our homes, why do we let others break windows and throw stones?

Whole, loved and worthy just as you are.

From each scar today bloom the flowers of a kinder tomorrow.

You are already more than enough.

Don’t reorient yourself to fit in to an upside down world.

Let’s get perfectly lost recklessly joyful, let’s rest a while in this sweet reverie.

Love me as a storm would rage full force or not at all.

You keep planting sympathy in rows meant for empathy and I’m here picking weeds with tears in my eyes.

Poetry runs through tired veins reviving once sleeping souls.

Tend to your own garden and watch the beauty you begin to see in others.

Less rushing, more lingering. Less distraction, more noticing. Less comparison, more gratitude.

Stars fell in our eyes the night sky our canvas, we painted the moon red.

I was always looking at you.

Constantly seek criticism. A well thought out critique of what you’re doing is as valuable as gold.

Art demands constant observation.

Every success story is a tale of constant adaption, revision and change.

I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.

To see what is in front of one’s nose needs a constant struggle.

Be slow to fall into friendship, but when you are in, continue firm and constant.

Concerning non-violence: it is criminal to teach a man not to defend himself when he is the constant victim of brutal attacks.

We are constantly invited to be what we are.