The joy that's in one square inch of nature,
Is worth more than what's in one million pixels.
Turn your back on the meaningless game,
And see what matters most.
Unplug from the outlet that drains you,
And reconnect with what is natural.

Act in defiance of your fear,
****** vitality from it,
Do everything it tells you not to,
And Live.

Learn how to live in times of Peace.
Don't let the waves rock you.
Don't let the wind knock you.
Remain steady,
Flowing down the River of Life.

I see the trees.
I feel the gentle breeze.
I look at out at the grass of green.

I am at ease.
I am at peace.

Keep choosing more for yourself,
And more will keep coming.

The breath of God is
An inhale and an exhale.
An intake and release,
It is birth and death.
The breath of God is
Everything.

Accept help when it is needed,
And you will never fall.

Coming back after a long time has passed,
Brings the sweet ambrosia of nostalgia to my lips.
I sip, but do not drink.
For getting drunk on the past,
Can never last.

You know I'm ridin' high,
You know I'm feelin' fly,
You know I'll be alright.

A Man is not made by what he does in big moments.
Rather,
A Man is made in the mundane ones.
For if a man crafts and forges his character in the mundane,
When an ordinary moment becomes extraordinary,
He will act righteously out of instinct.

She calms the roaring tides of my mind,
And she's someone I never thought I'd find.
Just thinking about her makes me smile,
And makes me want to stay with her a while.

To grow old with her,
To experience life with her,
Would be the greatest gift in the world.

Give and the world will give back.

Follow the ray of sunshine.
Step out of the shade.

You cannot force what is Natural,
Wait for it to come,
And ride the wave.

I'm gaining momentum,
As I move uphill.
With nothing more than strength and an iron will.

Anger is degenerating.
It burns up in a fiery rage
And leaves destruction in its wake.
The only thing left,
Is a hollow feeling of regret.
And a want to make amends for things,
That cannot be made right.

The joy of having is worth more,
Than the pain of losing.

A clock hangs in the corner of my vision,
Ever present, like the moon.
Ticking.
Every tick I hear brings me one second closer to death.
Every swing of the hand takes an hour from my life.

However, this in itself does not scare me.
It is natural.
It is the course of life.
What does scare me,
Is time wasted.

Waking up one morning,
Realizing my time is up,
Knowing I could have done more.
That sends shivers down my spine.

Tick.
Tick.
Tick.

Take your seat next to the great ones.

What a wonderful world we live in,
Where we have seven billion 5 Pointed Stars within.

I am in complete and utter awe of the world and everything in it.

This hurts me more than you'll ever know,
But in order for me to grow,
I have to let you go.

I thought we could be lovers,
But that would not be true.
I thought we could be friends,
But that wouldn't do.

So now I've found the best way to hide my pain,
Is to stop thinking about you, and let you leave my brain.

We'll both be better for this in time,
I know that to be true.
But there will always be a part of me,
That will always love you.

A chisel that is too sharp,
Cracks the marble that it works so hard to shape.

When our lives are mundane,
We crave the unknown.
But when it comes,
We turn our backs and run away.

Don't hide from what you don't know,
For going through it is the only way we grow.

All of our spirits raise when we see the light.

There's one thing to remember,
As we move through life.
We're all one family.

We must hold each other close,
With love in our hearts,
So we can stand together,
Arm in arm.

Do something that you love to do in the morning.
It truly pays to start the day,
With a smile on your face.

Think before you speak,
But when you do,
Speak boldly.

To solve the Labyrinth,
You must begin with the end in mind.

The world is now in your hands,
What will you do with it?

You must overcome your desire to fail.

For when I am with you,
I have the world in the palm of my hand.

The sharp, dark waves crashed onto the rocky shore of a small island. The jagged stones that made up the coast stuck out of the ocean like an unorganized set of teeth shooting in all directions. A cold gust swept in and pushed the tall trees to and fro; moving them at the whim of the wind. The sky was grey as clouds completely surrounded the shore and blocked out the sun and its magnificent rays. The waves continued to smack up against the black stone shore when a man walked out to the oceanfront.
He was a small, old man wearing nothing but a loincloth and a bow strung across his body at his left shoulder. On his back was a quiver of crude arrows that were carved from the same black stones that created the island’s shoreline. The man was of a slight build. He was not particularly imposing as his olive skin and dark black hair continued to get rained on. He gazed out into the choppy waters before him, unfazed by the downpour of rain from the sky. He concentrated on the waves as they rose and crashed in a cycle that seemed to go on forever and ever. There was something peaceful about it all. To see a wave rally itself to an intimidating height and then disperse into the waters around it as if it had never existed in the first place. But yet that wave was always still a part of that ocean; though the definition of what was the wave was, was never clear.
The man turned his gaze back to the island with the rocky shoreline. He had lived there for as long as he could remember. His parents said the same thing to him when he inquired about their arrival on the island. And his grandparents told his parents the same thing a generation before. The island wasn’t so different from the waves, he thought to himself. People come and go. They disappear, but their essence always remains. There is something that always endures and rises in the next wave. Something simultaneously transient and eternal. The man smiled at this thought as he heard his wife call him in for dinner. He turned his back to the edge of the earth and walked home.

When you don't try,
Things fall together,
Just as you want them to.

The animal inside me,
Is awake again.

Steer out of the sorrows of yesterday,
And let Today be Today.

To walk on water,
To soar to new heights,
Is as easy as it is to breathe,
If you believe.

The only illness that remains in you is self doubt.

A night alone is better spent,
Than a night spent with bad company.

Oh, **!
How lucky am I,
To be here,
Happy,
Healthy and
ALIVE.

What are we but a loose string of stars?
Tied together through luck, fortune and chance.
Dancing through the night,
Our rays shimmering through empty space.

Brick by brick I build my tower,
Day by day I grow my flower,
So when one day,
You ask me how I grew my power,
I'll tell you I did it,
Day by day.

Don't listen to bitter people,
For all they know how to do is hurt.

I jump.
I leap.
I bend.
I mend.

And at the end of all of that,
Are more hoops to jump through.
Such is life.

The Light is back in my life. :)

Be free,
And sing the song of your Soul.

Life's meant to be a little messy.
If you don't have some mud on your shoes,
Some dirt in your hair,
Or a scratch from an outward reaching tree,
Did you really have any fun?

It is best to do it right the first time,
Even if done slowly;
Than to do it improperly a dozen times out of haste.

When our loved ones die,
They're not really gone.
They turn into the trees,
Slide into the breeze,
And morph into the air that you breathe.
Think of these things,
When they're gone.