“If you stop seeing so hard maybe you’ll see yourself clearly.”

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.