“There is no longer him in her words or heart or mind, finally she is only hers.”

His lips have confessed his love but her heart bleeds ice cold blood that doesn’t revive with the confession of life-giving moments, as she is someone who has surpassed the bonds of love.

Her heart screams out, no one destroyed you, it was your own heart that became the pawn of pain, protect it.

She stands on the cliff edge, waiting for the wind to help her become one with nature.

The black colors of pain, highlight the white pearly sapphire rays of understanding and calm.

Her heartbeats sang the melodies of victorious scars, that held the proofs of invisble doubts and cracks of holding on to patience.

She was an example of a monument that was filled with cold, non breathing steel elements but filled with elegance.

Her words and sentences are a means of everlasting remembrance of who she is.

She is a mystical beauty with bravery, as her life is filled with tranquility scented adventures.

Violet and purple call out to her, they bring forth wisdom and spirituality to her persona.

I open my heart and say goodbye to the one who made me question my worth.

Let go and release the burden on the mind and let the mind freely flow with life.

Don’t chase what brings anxiety in the equation of your life.

I bring clarity within my soul, by respecting my energy and understand what needs my focus.

Pledge yourself to let go of the versions of yourself that no longer serve the purpose of being grateful or humane.

With each passing moment of life, we learn lesson, but it is upto us to affirm and grow from that.

I will not let my grief or anxiety, rob me of compassion or kindness.

Memories are lifelines to the lives we’ve lost.

The life of the body is the soul, the life of the soul is Christ.

Don’t let the sun go down on me Although I search myself, it’s always someone else I see I’d just allow a fragment of your life to wander free But losing everything is like the sun going down on me

From heaven even the most miserable life will look like one bad night at an inconvenient hotel.

I am simply trying to struggle through life trying to do God’s bidding.

Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.

Meditation is the language of God. If we want to know what God’s Will is in our life, if we want God to guide us, mould us and fulfil Himself in and through us, then meditation is the language that we must use.

An extraordinary life is all about daily, continuous improvements in the areas that matter most.