The feet and their tappingWrite many a lovely coupletThe body dances to your rhythm O lordAfter all, you are the master and I a puppet

Not all things that fall down break. Some develop wings.

When has life listened to anyone?It goes on at its own pace...Limping, when we wish it should run, And when calm desired, sprinting as in a race…

Close your eyes for a whileThe image that conjures is your soulmate Don’t pause, rush and say what you feelAfter all time and tide for none wait…

Discarded lay all the dreamsIn the bin of unwanted thingsTill you came and set them freeAnd, to soar, gave them wings…

Hold my hands O Lord!Teach me to walk once againMy mind is covered with clouds darkAnd my soul wriggles in pain!

Where all lines and rays convergeWhere no one can travel furtherOne finds the abode of the soulAnd here, all routes one can augur

Blessed are they who can carryA smile on their faceThey are ones who have foundInner peace in life’s mace

The songs of separation Are not always full of painOften they talk of the fondnessThat flows in the lovers’ veins…

What looks as a dead and dark end can become a glowing and shimmering start only if one has the patience to keep trying with positivity in the mind...

Even ripples have a rhythmTo feel it, listen to their soundTap your feet as they directAnd joy shall abound…

Your words hurt, Jazz. They hurt like cotton balls thrown in my direction.

When every heart is filled with peace and every mind is searching for peace, how can there be war?

Differences simply act as a yarn of curiosity unraveling until we get to the other side.

I really hate alcohol. I hate it because it's linked so closely to sexual assault in our culture.

Only through kindness and love can peace of mind be achieved.

Most people learn to improvise on their own, listening to records, endless hours of noodling on their instrument in the bedroom with all their spare time. That's traditionally how people learn.

Never be the brightest person in the room.

If the community wish to have the benefit of more knowledge and intelligence in the labouring classes, it must dispense it at the public charge.

I learned that as long as I had anything in my heart or head I still felt necessary to hide, it would not work. I had to come to peace with everything.

But looking back, the fact was that I had a couple of big hits too quickly and it was simply too much for an introvert like me to handle.