even nature takes her time digging the shallows into oceans

find what makes you bloom regardless of where the seed was planted

This can be good or bad. Not even God knows what will happen this time.

even if the stars and the sky were black and white, they'd still be beautiful

A little dream become a bigger one,
with a new spirit in an old soul.
Many things happened to her,
but she was able to handle all of it.
Sometimes she feel so happy,
but sometimes she feel so badly.
She was,
She is, and
She will be,
the best version of her.

Both light and shadow
are the dance of Love.

Love has no cause;
it is the astrolabe of God’s secrets.

Lover and Loving are inseparable
and timeless.



Although I may try to describe Love
when I experience it I am speechless.

Although I may try to write about Love
I am rendered helpless;
my pen breaks and the paper slips away
at the ineffable place
where Lover, Loving and Loved are one.



Every moment is made glorious
by the light of Love.