“Free spirit, The world is yours.”

The longer you sit in the field, forcing fragile stalks together, the more you value the loops, the links that stay. And the less you miss the ones that snap and blow away.

Even when your tears have soaked through the last pages of your book, the sun will dry them and illuminate every word of your story.

So keep rowing against the current, no one ever made an epic voyage through smooth sailing.

You lit a flame in me that could start wildfires.

I pined for the whole of you, but all I ever got was half. I waited and gave you twice of me-yet still it wasn’t enough.

The silence was broken with the music of your pain, but with every note i could see a part of you healing.

Whiskey lips and sunset trips to places we always spoke of, wind in hair we had no care for what tomorrow was made of.

I believed in the magic we made, but you were the magician and i was merely your puppet on stage.

Why not accept your beautiful mess? and care a little less?

Some of us will touch the sky, others will cradle the moon and some will enter a whole new galaxy. What a fortune.

The trauma, lies and pain, you chose to forget, are the ingredients for the greatest triumphs yet.

Undo the buttons that close the fabric of my heart, with care. Its fragile fibres have been ripped out too many times to bear.

I started to see shadows everywhere the light fell, I guess i hoped one of them would be yours waiting to share the light with me.

Never be afraid to quench your own thirst, sing your own song or put yourself first.

Your air fuels the last of my burning embers, for one final fire.

I am more than this skin I am in, And once you see that, we all win.

Choices after waking up: To be true or to lie? To take action or be brainwashed? To be free or be jailed?

Cessation of struggle is like free falling through space without a care in the world.

This world should be much more open and should be much more free, so the young people would have the chance to exercise the quality of their lives.

The mind wants to land, to fixate, to hold a concept, but the only way you can be really free is by not fixating. That’s part of true maturity, and it’s one of the hardest things for spiritual people who have had true and powerful revelations to go through.

To be free of fear is to be full of Love.

Once again, we find ourselves back in the unknown – not in the idea of the unknown, but in the lived reality of it. It’s the mind humbled, on its knees, with bare feet and free of the known.

In the heart of a human being, emptiness becomes love. When we touch that Source, instantly the love is present. Literally, the divine becomes human and the human becomes divine.

More and more do I see that only a successful revolution in India can break England’s back forever and free Europe itself.