“We were playing hide and seek with our shadows simply pretending to grasp for love we could not find in ourselves.”

Feeling, the strength of the roots beneath my body I stand here planted in the soil of all that came before me and all that will follow.

There is peace in knowing love is always within her moving through her gracefully she doesn’t need anyone’s permission to create, to grow, to simply just be.

I am the leaves that blow in the wind untethered and free.

I was drawn to him completely, addicted his eyes pulled me into the shadows hidden away and all at once his pain became my own.

The parts she had buried away were never lost just patiently waiting to be unearthed.

Wild, natured being never forget how powerful you truly are.

I do not feel ready to plant my roots on this earth without first drinking the water from the rivers of the world.

Darling, look how far you’ve come do you truly believe you are unable to rise from the ashes and grow new wings.

Those places will never be the same they are forever intertwined with the thought of you.

I stayed with him hoping to discover a remedy to my pain.

Darling, let go I promise you will never want to carry that pain again.

Her name is foreign on my tongue, I repeat it over and over and over in my head hoping one day it will sound familiar.

I was searching for relief in places I would never find peace.

She bloomed from the depths of darkness through the cracks she was brought to life by the sun.

I am ready to love the pieces that are weighing me down.

My mind is entangled in the thought of you.

Most things disappoint till you look deeper.

Doth not a man die even in his birth? The breaking of prison is death, and what is our birth, but a breaking of prison?

Do we mean love, when we say love?

Without bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance all over the world?

There are two ways, one is right; the other is wrong. If your work is only about right, then it is wrong.

No one came to earth empty; everybody came with a contribution to make to their generation. Most of them never find that gift and even more die never releasing it.

Oh East is East and West is West and never the twain shall meet.

The moon and sun are travelers through eternity. Even the years wander on. Whether drifting through life on a boat or climbing toward old age leading a horse, each day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.