“The moon brings in the ghost of the past, embody the rays of sun’s warmth into the cold ghost for illuminating the moon.”

I am a garden, that will only allow kindness and compassion to take roots.

Rise with the fire of survival and make the soul proud.

Grow from the fall of the game that was dealt as a lesson.

Slowly go forth with the drive to excel with compassion and intellect, far more beautifully than the fire that was to set ablaze the existence.

I understand that if it hurts, which it does immensely, I was being thawed, I was healing and blooming to feel and embrace the pain, so that I would grow from the seeds and roots of my story, into a tree of inspiration.

I am a woman whose realizing her aura, capacity and capability to thrive and excel, a woman who knows what personal feats are while branding her mark professionally and passion based.

Keep your senses on alert but let go of the burning fear, as you replace it with powerful faith.

The wings of hope, carries gracious grateful genuine smiles, of memories that paint the path of memory, with faith as a strong foundation.

Rare human beings have advised me genuinely on this earth and they are my treasures to cherish.

I am a warrior queen with a reincarnation aura of phoenix and wolf breathing within me, with the heart of a firefly and a woman of words mixed with wisdom.

I have transformed from an autumn-drying cage to a spring-filled rainbow freedom soul.

People who self-criticize themselves and drown in their own dungeon of victimization, are my energy-draining points.

The generosity of my kindness is something that I love about myself.

The inspiration to grow beyond my capacity and be a ray of hope for someone is the nudge I need to take care of myself.

Her survival and thriving truth has been marred with black ties of words, intentions, behavior and presence.

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.

There are an infinite number of patterns, some of which are known; those still unknown hold the key to unresolved enigmas and paradoxes.

The paradox is that when resistance is fully accepted, the resistance disappears.

This is the paradox and the genius of our Canadian civilization.

Man is an embodied paradox, a bundle of contradictions.

We are caught up in a paradox, one which might be called the paradox of conceptualization.

A patriot without religion in my estimation is as great a paradox as an honest Man without the fear of God.

I have no one to talk to, and no one I feel I am trying to find meaning in this nonsensical paradox, with my heart on fire, I am constantly trying to heal.

You are doomed to make choices. This is life’s greatest paradox.