“I can’t un-feel the trauma – it’s in my blood.”

After you, I never found my way back home.

Broken glass taught me there is something so beautiful in shattering.

Love is the answer to most of life’s questions.

It doesn’t matter how rich you are, if you don’t have love.

When we met, I knew I had loved you for many lifetimes.

It’s the blood of the ancients that runs through the veins.

Listen to your body – she never lies.

Open your eyes – love is everywhere.

The fog hides what’s right in front of us – love does that too.

Let go of the hands that don’t want to hold yours.

The power that created all the stars in the universe is also in you.

Things aren’t always as they seem – Jesus had to die to rise from the grave.

A broken heart that chooses love one more time. – strength.

Dance is the body’s poetry.

We are all tourists of earth.

Poetry is the art of truth.

I was born by myself but carry the spirit and blood of my father, mother and my ancestors. So I am really never alone. My identity is through that line.

We saw the lightning and that was the guns and then we heard the thunder and that was the big guns; and then we heard the rain falling and that was the blood falling; and when we came to get in the crops, it was dead men that we reaped.

Hate is like a swordfish, working through water invisibly and then you see it coming with blood along its blade, but transparency disarms it.

A man who will enslave his own blood, may not be safely relied on for magnamity.

I have heard their groans and sighs, and seen their tears, and I would give every drop of blood in my veins to free them.

Blood was its Avatar and its seal.

It is mostly with your blood, Gala that I paint my pictures

To live is to be musical, starting with the blood dancing in your veins. Everything living has a rhythm. Do you feel your music?