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.

We can't find the truth listening to our own voice's echo. We can find ourselves only in someone's mirror

I want to see you. Know your voice. Recognize you when you first come 'round the corner. Sense your scent when I come into a room you've just left. Know the lift of your heel, the glide of your foot. Become familiar with the way you purse your lips then let them part, just the slightest bit, when I lean in to your space and kiss you. I want to know the joy of how you whisper "more

I will find new meaning in every joy and sorrow.

There is a voice that doesn’t use words. Listen.

If you dig a pit for others to fall into, you will fall into it yourself.

Such a strong thing LOVE, changes everything.