But my future is a secret. / It is as shy as a mole.

The future is a fog that is still hanging out over the sea, a boat that floats home or does not.

I'm the crazy one who thinks that words reach people.

And we are magic talking to itself, noisy and alone. I am queen of all my sins forgotten. Am I still lost? Once I was beautiful. Now I am myself

Look to your heart that flutters in and out like a moth. God is not indifferent to your need. You have a thousand prayers but God has one.

They [daisies] are my favorite flower. There is something innocent and vulnerable about them as if they thanked you for admiring them.

Everyone in me is a bird I am beating all my wings