“The fabric of your life is a beautiful tapestry of contrast.”

Why do I paint a happy face every single holiday when they are a stinging reminder of what and who is absent.

Listen to the heart to its beat in time words are no match for what is spoken in the heart’s rhyme.

Friendships exist in the fluctuations between acceptance and rejection.

I want to be loved so I try to be you then I realize what I see in you is in the mirror looking back at me.

All this time I knew I needed some really good therapy and I found it —in poetry.

I remind myself what I desire in another is myself undiscovered.

Release the things that no longer serve you like the petals of a flower. It will seed your life with new growth and you will bloom again.

I am both mud and lotus but, my love you only see the mud.

Our lives are now changed forced anew we start again it’s all we can do.

Through poems, I speak the language of my soul and the emotions of my body onto paper.

Being an empath is a gift – at the same time, you also carry the weight of the world.

My love you are, magic in the mountains moonlight on the meadow mantras at midnight, and molecules of my heart.

Finding my way back to myself one day at a time.

How can you be so unconditional when I speak of my dreams but yet so conditional in your love for me.

Harmony soothes us in the abyss when our mind untangles chaos.

Even my tears fall for you.

The more unknowable the mystery, the more beautiful it is.

I sell my pain in beauty. Wrap it in words. Package it in pleasantries, and deliver it in verse.

We become not a melting pot but a beautiful mosaic. Different people, different beliefs, different yearnings, different hopes, different dreams.

Comedy, such a lovely lady, she’ll pick you up, you your feeling blue.

The process is the most beautiful part.

My garden is my most beautiful masterpiece

This was one of those special occasions when I could actually feel the inner appreciation of the beauty of the moment passing like an electric current through the brush in my hand.

True beauty is knowing who you are and what you want and never apologizing for it.