No way construction of this tricky plan was built by other than a greater hand.
The sweetest part is acting after making a decision.
Now I know a refuge never grows from a chin in a hand in a thoughtful pose gotta tend the earth if you want a rose.
The prize is always worth the rocky ride.
What was once your pain, will be your home.
You will taste a way of life profoundly nourishing and from your tongue may spring a song or poem or sentence or word or maybe nothing but silence. Silence only the heart can turn to song.