You think so logically... like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically... like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth.

Poetry is paying attention to life when all the world seems asleep to its beauties and truths.

When I think of you it's with tears, because no one else has such delicate hands that can reach into my soul and calm my fears.

Some people won't even own a dog for fear it will die - you can't bubble-wrap your heart.

Here's what I've learned - people will hurt you, but you don't have to respond: Not every mean comment or cruel act deserves to be noticed.

You can be angry and silent, but it's no use - there's no distance in the spirit - besides, my words touch you more softly than my hands.

Each heart is made of a different stone - no two feel alike nor break the same way.