“The trust you have in others only extends as far as the trust you have for yourself.”

An angel cannot be blind to the fire below – lest she risk becoming it.

Trying to reason with the poem is precisely how you lose it.

I am one part fire and two parts passion. There is not a thing that could put me out.

Even when I’m alone, I am whole.

Aligning with your divine feminine is aligning with your openness to your highest good.

The greatest love your body can know lies within it, not outside it.

There is poetry in your shadows.

What sinks carves path for what’s meant to rise – what is buried gives way to new life.

Love lost itself in a shipwreck of two rocky souls unable to love the oceans in themselves.

I’ll plant roses in my bones as a reminder to continue watering myself.

The act of entering someone’s heart should never lock you outside of your own.

Love used to taste like you- but liberation tastes sweeter. Because it tastes like me.

There’s power in choosing to be loved.

Oh how the universe wants me to learn, Unlearn, You.

There is nothing more divine than the way you root into your soul and grow far beyond what tries to contain you.

It’s the willingness to break open, to let go of all you have learned to hold that keeps you whole.

You can’t keep living backwards – Reminiscing on what was, And terrified to pursue What could be.

It is the duty of the human understanding to understand that there are things which it cannot understand.

Sometimes forever is kept in a heartbeat of a second.

I don’t want to be the water that puts your flame out. I want to be the wind that fans it to it’s full potential.

I’ve heard it said that to love completely is to lose yourself. How can that be? when loving you is discovering myself over and over again.

A man that is young in years may be old in hours if he have lost no time.

There is no comparison between that which is lost by not succeeding and that which is lost by not trying.

I asked god, “why do we sin?” God replied, “The roses in the garden smell delightfully, but in your vase, they rot, just like people in conditions that don’t belong to them.”