“The moon does not fight. It attacks no one. It does not worry. It does not try to crush others. It keeps to its course, but by its very nature, it gently influences. What other body could pull an entire ocean from shore to shore? The moon is faithful to its nature...
It had been many a strong wind that had blown her to this place Many a hurt and many a word That had shattered her heart and thrown rocks in her path She stood broken in places Knit together in others A patched up soul without a tribe for a shelter She stood barefoot,...
Sometimes it’s the smallest things that make all the difference. Wouldn’t you agree? This happened to me while reading a tiny little book called The Laws of Spirit by Dan Millman. I’d already read Millman’s work in another book called The Way of the Peaceful Warrior....
Jim Morrison’s poetry filtered into my world through snippets of songs I heard on the radio as a teenager—and once in a remote hostel in Northern England, at breakfast time. I remember thinking that time in the hostel, while getting ready for a grueling day’s hike...
I’m a hedonist who craves abandon A sinner who seeks heaven A lover who must be shattered A woman who shakes convention I nurture a heart that is forever in love I’m an addict of the agony that my heart is wrung out with I’m a seeker of delirium, the opium of love’s...
