Love and hatred descend
in a hierarchy, unraveling
from above—where sun
and moon once kissed,
and love began.

  The sky wrote love—
before we could name it

Your soul keeps returning,
even in death—like sea
remnants brought back
by restless waves...

    Grief comes like the
   sea—never done,
never dry.

We can't know the sea's
depth without the swim,
Nor gauge tomorrow's
progress until it's lived.

Everything reveals
itself—in motion.

Pearls are born in turmoil
within oysters—so is love.

Though you’re but a
single drop of rain,
Your presence ripples
through the world—
You rise with the mist,
form clouds above
darkness and carve
rivers below hope,
stir oceans and tides,
sculpt glaciers and
awaken springs,
nourish lakes and
swell the seas.

You are part
   of something vast—
  alone, yet whole.

Love reveals our
bare selves—like
the full moon, clear
and veritable.