“I thought I had time until I realized the time had me.”

From each scar today bloom the flowers of a kinder tomorrow.

You are already more than enough.

Don’t reorient yourself to fit in to an upside down world.

Let’s get perfectly lost recklessly joyful, let’s rest a while in this sweet reverie.

Love me as a storm would rage full force or not at all.

You keep planting sympathy in rows meant for empathy and I’m here picking weeds with tears in my eyes.

Poetry runs through tired veins reviving once sleeping souls.

Tend to your own garden and watch the beauty you begin to see in others.

Less rushing, more lingering. Less distraction, more noticing. Less comparison, more gratitude.

Stars fell in our eyes the night sky our canvas, we painted the moon red.

I was always looking at you.

Hope is the gentle salve the world needs.

In the rise and fall of all that is let me be your moon, your sun.

I will love you from afar it’s better this way because close up it hurts too much.

Poems are nothing more than raindrops on a page falling from an open soul, staining the page one shade darker, and opening the one closed passage between me and you.

Be the reason someones today is better than yesterday.

We scared of losing something that we never found.

The main thing in one’s own private world is to try to laugh as much as you cry.

Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes.

A right delayed is a right denied.

The world as we have created it is a process of our thinking. It cannot be changed without changing our thinking.

Just as a snake sheds its skin, we must shed our past over and over again.

They cannot take away our self respect if we do not give it to them.

The quieter you become, the more you are able to hear.