Do you ever feel happiness so deep that you just know:
THIS is what the all religions of the world are trying to tell us about.
They're saying that there's something else here;
Something we could never put into words...
Something that can only be communicated
when you have felt it before.
It feels impossible. It feels like you've heard too many love songs
and now you're just plagiarizing their emotions.
But it's real. It's exactly what they always said it was.
You'll feel corny and fake, but that's just what it is.
Throw your judgments to the wind
along with the judgments of everyone else.
This is what religion is telling us to do:
Love freely.

Every time we say goodbye,
I leave my soul with you for safekeeping.
I trust you.
It used to hurt; the hollowness.
That is, until the day
you gave your soul to me
for comfort while you're away.

People say to live each day like it's your last...
Don't you believe a word of that.
It's not right to feel be obliged to smile;
Not right to hear the goodbye behind every hello.
Unpack your bags; stay a while.
You don't always have to be ready to go.

Love isn't just learned.
It has to be taught.
And if you find the right teacher,
they will show you the answers.

If someone shows you their soul,
Show yours in return
Because this is how lovers meet:
An act of bravery and an act of sympathy.

I just grew up. Just now.
It’s terrible; it’s everything all the children say it is.
It’s lonely, it’s boring, it’s cyclical, it’s repetitive.
And the worst part is that I was powerless to stop it.
I dug in my heels
And was dragged by my hair,
And still was pulled towards it despite my struggles.
It hurts when it happens, too.
I look back and realize that everything I was is gone
And everything I am is who I said I’d never be
Someone; help; please…
Prove to me that the world is still a beautiful place.

It was beautiful, did you see it?
No? Did you notice it at all?
The sky glowed pink and yellow and purple and spectacular.
Were you awake?
Oh, the clouds were lit from below like tented blankets lit by flashlight…
How did you sleep through the loud, thundering colors?
The wind picked up, and blew the light at all different angles.
Did you hear the morning? Were the songbirds bobbing outside the window?
Maybe.
But you were watching the lines on the road as you drove to work.