“Sew seeds of kindness let your compassion be that for which you are known.”

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.

Compassion is the basis of morality.

Universal compassion is the only guarantee of morality.

It is through weakness and vulnerability that most of us learn empathy and compassion and discover our soul.

I would rather feel compassion than know the meaning of it. I would hope to act with compassion without thinking of personal gain.

Fear is such a powerful emotion for humans that when we allow it to take us over, it drives compassion right out of our hearts.

Society would be a lighter and easier place to live if everyone was compassionate and happy, and didn’t wear deceiving eyes as some people do.

Art is about trying to find the good in people and making the world a more compassionate place.

Sometimes, animals are more compassionate than humans.