I was a tiny bug. Now a mountain. I was left behind. Now honored at the head. You healed my wounded hunger and anger, and made me a poet who sings about joy.

What in your life is calling you, When all the noise is silenced, The meetings adjourned... The lists laid aside, And the Wild Iris blooms By itself In the dark forest... What still pulls on your soul?

Let us carve gems out of our stony hearts and let them light our path to love.

True beauty is a ray That springs from the sacred depths of the soul, and illuminates the body, just as life springs from the kernel of a stone and gives colour and scent to a flower.

Your legs will get heavy and tired. Then comes a moment of feeling the wings you've grown, lifting.

people want you to be happy, don't keep serving them your pain

Submit to love without thinking