“You are a microscope when you are in the present magnifying every sense absorbing the richness around you, don’t lose sight of your insight.”

Living in a constant paradox, begging to be held and released by gravity, to be grounded and free. But my feet pressed against the earth yearn for the clouds above my fingertips adrift whispering I don’t want to be at the mercy of gravity.

The cloak of death has favorites when its strings are being controlled by the puppeteer of hatred.

Let your memories fall into place, you don’t have to carry all of them at once.

Why are we told to be afraid to hurt? Why do we avoid, run and hide? Cover up inside with shields of armor, Our shins, and elbows made of pads of plastic; We are not made of glass and tattered bits, It’s not weakness when our strength builds us to last.

There is no sunrise as beautiful as the one where you realize you are worth a million suns.

Where do I stand when neither side recognizes me as one of them.

For time does nothing for you if you do nothing with it.

I am suffocating in the vacancy of the overflowing space, can you feel me reaching out?

Can you taste the colors your ancestors weaved into, The armors of resilience they wore; Can you taste the colors of the unpaved path before you, waiting to be colored by you?

Have you ever heard silence? How do you hear the silence? You don’t, you feel it. And they stared at the silence between them.

How can I not love you from a distance when you breathe the same way I do, Have the same needs I do?  Search for the same purpose and meaning that I do? Why must there be me over here and you over there that do not live in the same world?

They are simple creatures they see right through you and if by chance they miss you, they will make you believe you were never there.

Why must your suffering cause my peace and my peace your suffering?

It is not thanks to you but in spite of you that we have just one day to look down from the top – The mountains we move should have never been there.

For him, my body was for him.

If ever happiness happens to forget you even a little bit, never completely forget about it.

The act of forgiveness is the act of returning to present time. And that’s why when one has become a forgiving person, and has managed to let go of the past, what they’ve really done is they’ve shifted their relationship with time.

We grow by being present, not by being perfection.

Today is mine. Tomorrow is none of my business. If I peer anxiously into the fog of the future I will strain my spiritual eyes so that I will not see clearly what is required of me now!

One cannot and must not try to erase the past merely because it does not fit the present.

Losers live in the past. Winners learn from the past and enjoy working in the present toward the future.

Let us think only of spending the present day well. Then when tomorrow shall have come, it will be called today, and then we will think about it.

If you can’t be present when the time comes, then you may miss the opportunity.

Market prices are always wrong in the sense that they present a biased view of the future.