Smile to see a single moment blooming; it is happiness.

Anger has never been favourable; it is only eczema.

If only you knew the damage caused
a few small words said and forgotten
days and hours of painful analysing
awake late at night, cold sweat haze
reliving, re-enacting, in my mind
caught in a time trap, held on repeat
left on my own, locked in this hurt
I hear my voice repeat as I cry
eternally asking the question, why?

During my innocent days
I thought of time a great gentleman,
A good friend of my grandparents,
A good company for my parents,
But it tuned out to be a man full of fallacy
And this stood out when I grew young
And they were gone forever!

joy shines through
the darkness and
the bitterness of the
season you’re walking through.
it shines through
your heart and your soul
and who you are because
you refuse to let your
joy be stolen.
instead, you give it away,
sprinkling and scattering
and showering everyone
you run into with streams
and beams and rays of
this pure and immaculate
bliss, this real joy
that doesn’t waver,
that doesn’t stumble,
that never ends,
that never fades,
that never goes away.
it’s a fountain, it’s a river
that comes from
living water,
a river that never
stops running,
a river that brings
life to everything
that surrounds it.

Optimism is a broad sunshine  
That takes the birds out of their nests to earn their livelihood

Once a sheep
Said to the shepherd,

"What should I give
To the tree in return
For the shade I have under it."

He replied,
"Plant more trees for your friends."

you will not call my memory into question.
you will not question my memory.
see there was you and me up on a hilltop by ourselves
and then the red clouds dispersing above me
i should have killed myself
when i found out how beautiful you are.
but everyone makes mistakes sometimes.

as the afternoon sky opened up its mouth
and the air cooled down one or two degrees
i felt the world within me screaming to come out
and then i looked up at you and your hair spilled down over me.

i felt you breathing on me and i heard your voice.
your eyes were twin bonfires and your lips were moist.
i should have killed myself
when i found out how beautiful you are.
but everyone makes mistakes sometimes.

In a forest,
A lonely fawn
Said to the moon,
"what is mother?"
The moon replied,
"mother is blue sky,
Mother is my light."
He went to the sea
And said to it,
"what is mother?"
The sea replied,
"mother is my depth,
Mother is my water."
He turned to a flower
And said to it,
"what is mother?"
The flower replied,
"mother is clouds,
Mother is rain."
Then he moved to the tree
And said to it,
"what is mother?"
The tree replied,
"mother is the song of a nightingale,
Mother is my branches."
The fawn burst into weeping
And sat under the tree.
There was a small bird
Perched on its one twig.
She spoke,
"My dear!
Mother is that precious diamond
That cant be found anywhere if you lost it!"

One thing keep in mind:
Positive thoughts are mind's good health.

When you think of me
you picture a woman with arms full of
every kind of rope you can imagine.
Thick rope braided with sisal, polypropylene,
heavy steel, and other metal alloys.
Skinny rope made of nylon—the slippery kind
made to slink through the nooks and crannies.

You picture my fingers to be capable of
perfecting knots of every kind,
stubby and restless as they are.
You picture me in cowgirl boots,
a Stetson tipped, shadowing my gaze,
crafting professional lassos,
swinging them high and proud, and
looking you directly in the eye.

But it was never my intention
to tie you down.
To be free is a treacherous privilege,
one I always thought you deserved.

So, I want you to picture me
not with rope, but instead
with a  breathtaking pair of strong wings,
delicately coated in the softest ivory feathers.
I want you to watch as I stretch them out
and take off gracefully from the pavement.
And when I scoop you up in my ropeless arms,
we’ll careen, smooth and effortless,
through purple and orange evening skies.

Think of the wings next time, please,
because I only ever wanted
to help you fly.