“Souls are more than their bodies and bodies are more than their shapes.”

I don’t believe in love at first sight; only now I realize that you did.

You keep asking if I want more – Yet how could I ever say yes?

Sun rising slowly, frost hanging in the plush air; The skies are ablaze.

Be the root of my passion; young love, just you and me.

And I’ll never try to figure you out; You aren’t a puzzle to be solved and set aside.

And if you only opened the window you’d see the morning light seep through.

Today I woke up in fear. Tomorrow I wake up in pain. Still, in a year I will wake up in vain.

Grace juice dripping from your chin you lick your lips basking in the tremors of my shoulders.

It’s as if the words were leaking from my veins, intravenous poison channeled to my heart.

Let the season’s aroma soak into your bones as gingerbread men come to life.

You are so lovable but so hard to love.

She greets death with a curtsy.

Cracks in the glass words we couldn’t invite in yet had to break senseless.

I lay awake thinking about how none of it had to happen for me to get to this point; and how I’m glad I got there, anyway.

I find symmetry in the way our bodies lock curves to match every angle indecision for every smile.

Trapped in a pothole, snow raining down my face I have to wonder will the sunshine come in time?

Often people ask how I manage to be happy despite having no arms and no legs. The quick answer is that I have a choice. I can be angry about not having limbs, or I can be thankful that I have a purpose. I chose gratitude.

When the words come, they are merely empty shells without the music. They live as they are sung, for the words are the body and the music the spirit.

I have a woman’s body and a child’s emotions.

Attention to the human body brings healing and regeneration. Through awareness of the body we remember who we really are.

There’s more to life than cheek bones.

What is it you want to change? Your hair, your face, your body? Why? For God is in love with all those things and he might weep when they are gone.

Learn to relax. Your body is precious, as it houses your mind and spirit. Inner peace begins with a relaxed body.

I don’t like to run. I don’t like to jump up and down. Being a big girl and having a bosom, I injure myself! It upsets me, I have to hold my two things. I just can’t jog, there’s something in the way.