“He painted her red sky with every tone of love.”

You are my tamed fire in the wind.

Poetry is a home, a home with joy.

No pain no worries only the beating of our hearts.

If I had wings and could fly I’d fly all seas to see your unseen beauty amid the whispers of love.

Everything seems to be a design – a mixture of prejudice and injustice – the limbo of silence.

Without you, my heart will be full of weeds.

We love to live with sweet lies until reality touches the edges, of those sweet lies.

Into you, like the sun embraces the moon – a beautiful eclipse.

Loneliness is an art shaped by self-love.

We all bound by beauty with a touch of singularity.

Just realized that moonlight was just a matchmaker for the stars.

Destiny is wisdom.

I heal me for I heal you.

Listen to the beat of beauty with your heart.

To be a radical fight you within you – a solitary battle.

So she loved the rain amid the fall.

Power said to the world, you are mine. The world kept it prisoner on her throne. Love said to the world, I am thine. The world gave it the freedom of her house.

I do not have love does not mean I don’t have anybody.

Love is very dangerous if you just have love and don’t have the ability to be lovable.

It was my love for the guitar that first got me into music and singing.

Pain plus love and time = power.

Love can change the world in a moment.

I’m not interested in being a lover. I’m interested in only being love.

We’re being trained through our incarnations–trained to seek love, trained to seek light, trained to see the grace in suffering.