What You Have Despised In Yourself As

This Torture Why Should We Tell You Our Love Stories When You Spill Them Together Like Blood In The Dirt? Love Is A Pearl Lost On The Ocean Floor, Or A Fire We Can’t See, But How Does Saying That Push Us Through The Top Of The Head Into The Light Above The Head? Love Is Not An Iron Pot, So This Boiling Energy Won’t Help. Soul, Heart, Self. Beyond And Within Those Is One Saying, How Long Before I’m Free Of This Torture!

You Were Born With Potential. You Were Born With Goodness And Trust. You Were Born With Ideals And Dreams. You Were Born With Greatness. You Were Born With Wings. You Are Not Meant For Crawling, So Don't. You Have Wings. Learn To Use Them And Fly.

Beauty Is The Garden Scent Of Roses, Murmuring Water Flowing Gently...can Words Describe The Indescribable?

Your Hand Opens And Closes And Opens And Closes. If It Were Always A Fist Or Always Stretched Open, You Would Be Paralyzed.

Don't Make The Body Do What The Spirit Does Best, And Don't Put A Big Load On The Spirit That The Body Could Easily Carry.