“It’s time for that spark that twinkles inside your stomach to become a roaring forest fire.”

The beauty of soul nakedness the beauty of ripping illusion out from the soil of us.

Calmness will always produce solutions. No revolution ever began without a sharp exhale.

Swirl me around in your teacup and drink me until tiny particles of my sugar are encrusted on your lips.

Why are humans so afraid to break, when it is stunning on the other side.

I will never take for granted these eyes that allow me to witness the rare magic that you are.

When the moonlight is kind enough to illuminate your darkness. How can you ever say you are lonely?

Even if you were to lose it all – you would still be art.

My heart died in your hands and resurrected in my own.

I removed the dagger and used it to carve out a new life.

Focus on loving and accepting others more than your own need to be loved and accepted by others.

I am not my thoughts. I am the temple that hears the whispers of them.

Hearts don’t forget.

On the days I felt like I was going crazy he looked at me and said maybe its the rest of the world that’s crazy.

You are the sun. Soft yellow. Beaming flames. Gentle and fierce all at once.

I used to admire people who spoke their mind. Now I admire people who speak their heart.

Poetry is not something you try to grasp with your mind and wrap yourself around to figure it out.

No matter how much you feed the fox, it still looks into the forest.

Don’t always look for the wild in the forests. But when you find the one, explore with abandon.

A couple of people can literally make a whole forest of a difference.

Love can never grow old. Locks may lose their brown and gold. Cheeks may fade and hollow grow. But the hearts that love will know, never winter’s frost and chill, summer’s warmth is in them still.

According to the latest figures, 75 percent of Earth’s land surface has been severely altered by humans. Deforestation and unsustainable agriculture as well as the illegal trade of endangered wildlife increase the risk of human-animal contact.

In the beauty and grandeur of individual trees, and in number and variety of species, the Sierra forests surpass all others.

Come to the woods, for here is rest. There is no repose like that of the green deep woods. Sleep in forgetfulness of all ill.

You can’t stay in your corner of the Forest waiting for others to come to you. You have to go to them sometimes.