“Sometimes the prettiest souls are hiding the most violent demons.”

I heard many tongues in many languages saying that people cannot be Gods, and that’s a given. But what if people don’t know what was given to them?

I am not from the Earth. I am from a place artist are obsessed with. A place where everything makes sense from the point of view of imagination, but not human intelligence.

When my body dies one day or the next, I drift away from it, merge with the air, and with a divine timing I travel back into another human form and continue to discover the life I am.

When the coarctation of mind replaces the latitude of heart, then life is a battlefield between gone and unborn. The war between things you cannot change and things you cannot touch.

I know a lot of people look up to the sky to talk to God, but not me. I am searching for my pieces in the blue ocean above the mountains.

Her lips have so many burns and scars, but they are still sugar-sweet.

Every birth has its significant lifetime miracles. We are supposed to forget all but we are also supposed to remember again. The veil of oblivion exists to make it more interesting to discover ourselves again.

You can meet me at local beach. I am waiting for you so that we can find ourselves together between the beach and Heaven.

When the sun goes down, sometimes I am psychotic, sometimes I am reckless, sometimes I am aggressive but when I talk to the moon about the life on Earth, I am forgiven because the night understands me.

We need to surrender ourselves to the water before we can climb the spiral ladder.

A wanderer who found beauty in a quiet jungle and went into a mysterious paradise in search of a treasure of silence in which the whole universe hides.

I want to talk with you about the love revolution and how the clouds above us turn pink every time I kiss you. I know where in my lucid dreams there is a door behind which there are all the abandoned dreams you can dream forever.

Earth is a place where we learn to fly in human form. We all gather here in the miraculous place where a tiny seed grows a flower with its own smell or a tree that casts shade onto the land of people.

The end of suffering is one wish of a well-rested soul.

Mind in different galactic space, forming a new place.

You were the sun to me, but tell me how come your sunbeams have so many shadows?

How long can the flowers in my garden survive if the sun suddenly disappears?

Habits change into character.

Christianity preaches the infinite worth of that which is seemingly worthless and the infinite worthlessness of that which is seemingly so valued.

A lot of my mistakes, are birthed by curiosity. Like a child, drawn to fire; I came for the light and found pain instead.

The sharp thorn often produces delicate roses.

There can be no really pervasive system of oppression, such as that in the United States, without the consent of the oppressed.

Freedom is what we do with what is done to us.

I never learned hate at home, or shame. I had to go to school for that.