Remember for just one minute of the day, it would be best to try looking upon yourself more as God does, for She knows your true royal nature.

A poet is someone Who can pour Light into a spoon, Then raise it To nourish Your beautiful parched, holy mouth.

Come, for the House of Hope is built on sand: bring wine, for the fabric of life is as weak as the wind.

It is written on the gate of heaven: Nothing in existence is more powerful than destiny. And destiny brought you here, to this page, which is part of your ticket-as all things are-to return to God.

Be kind to your sleeping heart. Take it out into the vast fields of light...And let it breathe.

Light will someday split you open

How did the rose ever open its heart and give to this world all of its beauty? It felt the encouragement of Light against its being; otherwise we all remain too frightened.