“She’s afraid of losing love, not realizing she’s the universe.”

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.

Find a home in your heart in the part that stays, the love that powers through you and your soul bright rays.

She felt uninspired dull and unfired, she craved newness to be clueless; something wild.

She realized she was lonely for herself, for she missed the taste of oneness and the way connection felt.

Perspective isn’t clear in the midst of storms, for its signal is distorted whilst its being transformed.

When all is said and done, the moon still shines with the sun.

The most painful times reap the deepest transformations.

She realized her longing was for her own heart; to feel whole and complete rather than teared apart.

Maybe you don’t need to have all the answers, maybe life need not be slower or faster; maybe everything’s evolving in the magic of the unseen, maybe its not about doing but simply being.

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

Inner turbulence means you’re onto something; your awareness is deepening and your truth is rising.

Love is free, and so is she, for she is love, so she has its key. Love is free, its you and its me, for love beams through, when we simply be.

What do I say the mind is pulling me away, when my beingness has always been here to stay.

She realized her longing was for her own heart; to feel whole and complete rather than teared apart.

I am so tired of waking to the blank canvas of morning and realizing it won’t be painted with you.

True states of realization occur when you throw away all the teachings. All of the teachings, absolutely. Everything. Then you are investigation itself finding out what you are.

That’s what a DJ is at the end of the day – someone who leads where the music goes. The only thing that’s changed is that in America, people have woken up in the last few years and realized it.

I must be more sensible and realize that at my age, illusions are hardly permitted and they will always destroy me.

For an Impressionist to paint from nature is not to paint the subject, but to realize sensations.

Painting from nature is not copying the object; it is realizing one’s sensations.

It has never been my object to record my dreams, just the determination to realize them.