“Sometimes what’s needed is gentle truths; a soak in pure feelings that honor the real you.”

Setbacks only unveiled the depth of her commitment to her dreams.

Its natural to feel fear and pain, when you’re healing old wounds to come home again.

Love wins, for it is true; see love is the essence, the purity within you.

Sometimes she pleaded with life, only to find out that she was begging for her very essence; for she is life itself.

Every moment of presence is a moment of soul; the portal in which true tales are told and hearts desires unfold.

I love those moments that you know you’re going to miss, and you breathe in every inch to try and bottle up its bliss.

Her emotions no longer scared her, and she was declared free.

I’ve always been right here buried under the rubble of fear; I simply forgot how near I’ve always been to the heart that holds love dear.

She nursed her wounds, softly holding space, breathing love into pain, until it turned into grace.

The girl she’d always wished to be, was reflecting back to her soul’s poetry.

Her dreams were akin to the vastness within.

She knew what was in her heart and that was enough; she could feel what was real for it lighted her up.

It always comes back to you, when I turn away you’re in my rear view; life twists and turns arriving at pastures new, but still it always comes back to you.

She wants to live in trust; knowing that the right particles are colliding, in the most divinely timed timing.

There’s something about twilight that makes her soul shine bright; its as though the glow of the sky draws out the beam of her light.

The waves of life arrive in rhythms, the tide goes in and out the moon shines in prisms; see its natural to feel the ups and downs for you’re life itself hidden or found.

The most transformative and gentle humility and pride. But they transform in opposite ways.

Every man is a door; when the door is closed, just search for the key gently! Remember that every door has a key!

Every heart has a door; knock it gently! If the door is not opened, leave gently!

Only the gentle are ever really strong.

Happy insect! what can be In happiness compared to thee? Fed with nourishment divine, The dewy morning’s gentle wine!

Take something from yourself, to give to another, that is humane and gentle and never takes away as much comfort as it brings again.

Living includes being gentle with your own heart.

Be gentle, always delicate with every soul you meet, for every single morning you wake up, there is someone Wishing, silently and secretly, that they had not.