“Be open and let the universe guide you to the place that you will be the happiest.”

You can’t slam those strapped for cash in the slums forever.

I loved you beyond my thinking. What was I thinking?

I had something on my chest and my heart couldn’t hold it any longer – the reason I started writing poetry.

Don’t be shy my love come close not with body but with raw emotion.

Delve deeper into your dreams to capture the visualized, yet unseen.

I’ll accept your love with April showers on any given day. Our love is not just for one season.

Everything is attainable, first in the mind. Think differently and you will grow differently.

Love is just going until love is gone gone gone. But love will come back there’s no doubt about that.

Delve deeper into your dreams to capture the visualized, yet unseen.

Be brave, be bold, beware that you must believe before becoming.

He wants to wine and dine you, but sis what’s his soul like?

Facing reality doesn’t mean we stop dreaming. We just start turning our dreams into reality.

Defiling flesh in hope to see divine created by sin we are gods work.

This is war, but we can’t attack just keep your distance.

I’m hoping you find your passion, a calling that matters.

Without you love would only be something I dreamed of.

Listen to the inner light; It will guide you. Listen to the inner Peace; It will feed you. Listen to the inner Love; It will transform you, It will divinise you, It will immortalise you.

No amount of meditation, yoga, diet, and reflection will make all of our problems go away, but we can transform our difficulties into our practice until little by little they guide us on our way.

He has created the poor savage with no guide but natural law, and it is to their hearts that He deigns to stoop. They are His wild flowers whose homeliness delights Him.

Let your spark be the guiding light to the lost ones.

Two lost vessels can’t guide each other home when neither can see light lining the hidden horizon. – lost at sea.

As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.

Indifference is a misguided way of defending ourselves.

There are no magics or elves or timely godmothers to guide us. We are lost, must wizard a track through our own screaming weed.