“We are like wind sweeping into trees to be touched.”

Love is a song without words played by the heart.

Love should never be a one way road.

Never burn a bridge you may one day want to cross.

I love the way your soul fits with mine.

Together meant forever when spent with you.

Not yet is not no. It is still possible that tomorrow will be more precious than yesterday.

And one life time hardly feels enough to love you.

Let us open to each other like flowers to the sun.

If only the journey back could bring me to you.

What I most wanted with you was our shot.

Give me a love like winter branches, that will hold on even without any leaves.

I am honestly not sure, if I am more than rainbow, or the storm.

Your eyes told me stories you have never shared with anyone.

I know what love is, because of you.

It is brave to believe in tomorrow.

The night knows more of my secrets than anyone else ever will.

In rivers, the water that you touch is the last of what has passed and the first of that which comes; so with present time.

Sometimes you need to stay in touch but be out of reach.

You need a touch of madness, just enough that you don’t become stupid!

He whom loves touches not walks in darkness.

The past is gone, the future is not yet here, and if we do not go back to ourselves in the present moment, we cannot be in touch with life.

There is no genius without a touch of madness.

Enlightenment is always there. Small enlightenment will bring great enlightenment. If you breathe in and are aware that you are alive – that you can touch the miracle of being alive – then that is a kind of enlightenment.

You cannot transmit wisdom and insight to another person. The seed is already there. A good teacher touches the seed, allowing it to wake up, to sprout, and to grow.