“I’m feeling the call of the feminine, the blessings of the moon falling on me, the chants of mother earth gettin’ me free.”

We need to see inside our souls the massive beauty of this world.

Keep your mind open, your spirit wide and loose, the heart warm and kind.

This is my soul skin. Born from the dust, blooming from within.

Greatness is not built in a rush, but with acre, patience and love.

People are as wonderful as skies. As mysterious as magical. As sweet as tragical.

She has nature running through her veins, which sometimes bites like cactus, other times calms like sounds of rain.

I’m finding light between all my shadows; my own way to wholeness.

You’re like that fiery sunset that no one expects after a rainy day. It always makes your day brighter.

Hey you, don’t let your thoughts swallow you.

I think autumn can teach us a lot about love. About how muh beauty can be hidden in layers of change.

Just like a wildflower, you will find your way to bloom.

I wish to be as brave as the moon; because even by the darkness, she always finds a way to shine.

Change begins within each of us.

I want to go, look for my essence, know myself and change myself; because nobody is constant.

I hope you find peace in your heart, a home in your spirit.

Sometimes it’s as if we’re an overflowed tank. As if we are holding more than what can really fit inside us.

It makes me feel kind of weird, but obviously the Man Upstairs gave me something and it touches people, and I’m just so blessed.

I’m blessed with a good pair of ears. That’s how I fooled my piano teacher. I’d watch his fingers and I’d listen to it, and I just kind of basically learned it by myself.

Blessed be the man whose work drives him. Something must drive men; and if it is wholesome industry, they have no time for a thousand torments and temptations.

Trump’s election could be a blessing in disguise. This is the opportunity for America to correct itself.

I’m really just a regular guy who has had an incredibly blessed life.

What a blessing to be hurt yet see the good, what a curse to always understand and never be understood.

This was really what I was supposed to be doing, and it was a great blessing to have discovered this, and to be doing what was God’s will for your life.

Blessed are they who know how to shine on one’s gloom with their cheer.