It is perhaps, its ability to penetrate the multidimensional layers of the human condition at all, that makes poetry and art so valuable in today’s modern age.
Don’t dwell too long on the past, forgive and let it go. Too many hours have been wasted on old regrets and sorrow.
Wonder is all around us, when we know how to look. It’s often in the simple spaces; a meadow, a stream, an unturned rock.
Love cannot be contained, love is destined to transcend and change.
What are we before love? But thoughts floating upon a sea. Searching for a shore to explore, to gaze into infinity.
You played my heart as it was meant to be played, a little, then all at once.
When we’re together, I’m a leaf floating on a pond. Weightlessly in love.
Every piece of you is a living library of creation. The deeper I look, the more I see.
Like dust brushed from an old painting, as we journey beneath the surface layers of life, another landscape is revealed.
I hear you speak in songs of love, written for me only. And though I wander far too much, the path is rarely lonely.
Give me meaning, give me soul. Give my rapture, wild, a heart that is raw. Give me a mind that thinks for itself and imagines freely.
Abundance is, but a matter of perception. For here in these lands of plenty, there are more natural treasures than one can behold.
In our most vulnerable hour, it is helpful to remember our creative power.
To discover the source of this alchemical love within is to uncover the deepest secrets of the soul. It is to unearth and align with the ultimate truth of who we are.
Love’s alchemical power is nevermore clear than in the moments when we least expect it to grace our lives; for love transforms, love transcends, love awakens.
What is more boundless than imagination? What is more primordial than the art of creation? To create and be creative is perhaps our most essential nature.
A seed doesn’t stay beneath the soil, too afraid to grow. It journeys upwards boldly, for that is all it knows.