“Now I just say my words bleed from wounds that never healed.”

And even the stars could never outshine us, we glow far too brightly.

Caught inside my mind trapped between its horrid lines losing precious time.

How can I be brave when my insides are quaking from fighting this fear.

Hope such a fickle thing most days it keeps me going other days it pulls me apart.

Unlike you, I actually follow through when I say I will.

Even though we tried we still ended up broken shattered, scattered, glass.

Sweet oblivion please come and carry me off to freedom, at last.

Will you stay up late with me tonight? sit quietly while I write you into a piece of art that will be a marvel for the ages?

Night moon shines down on us reflecting our kindred souls colliding.

You are the season of love, light and endless grace awe excludes from you.

And I knew something was deeply broken inside me when you gave me the most glimmering of compliments and I still could not bring myself to muster even the faintest of smiles.

Now the fireflies do more justice with their light than we ever did.

And all the sorries I imagined you would say was just apologies that never came.

And even if a short while from now you take off to inhabit some cloud way above cloud nine I’d still rather stay grounded and watch the stars from here.

There is beauty in endings, for they are simply our new beginnings.

And I will continue to be like the sun falling yet rising every single day.

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

The most powerful healing arises from the simple intention to love the life within you, unconditionally, with as much tenderness and presence as possible.

O, You who are ever giving life to all life, moving all creatures, root of all things, washing them clean, wiping out their mistakes, healing their wounds, You are our true life, luminous, wonderful, awakening the heart from its ancient sleep.

Somethings that break you end up healing you.

I am not the kind of lost that needs finding. I am the kind of lost that needs healing.

I knew I was healing when I no longer tried to pretend everything was okay when it wasn’t.

In the inner stillness where meditation leads, the Spirit secretly anoints the soul and heals our deepest wounds.

When we heal ourselves, we heal our families. When we heal our families, we heal the world.