There are no edges to my loving now.
Love is the whole thing. We are only pieces.
The work of magic is this, that it breathes and at every breath transforms realities.
When I am silent, I fall into the place where everything is music.
When there's no sign of hope in the desert, so much hope still lives inside despair. Heart, don't kill that hope.
I was a thorn rushing to be with a rose, vinegar blending with honey… Then I found some dirt to make an ointment that would honor my soul… Love says, “You are right, but don’t claim these changes. Remember, I am wind. You are an ember I ignite.