The smiles of ancient soulsThat bless this, Our space to live and learnAnd urge us on to shine again…

Be content to love, to dazzle in the light, If only for moments… And then be gone, With gladness in your heart, Before the creeping shadows Claim too much your sadness at leaving.

Ours was such a delicious risk. My being abruptly and altogether Ecstatic and be-stilled.

On the canvas of life, Every sweep of the brush matters, Counts for something.

Sense how Even the smooth stones ache With stories of their own In the shuddering light of day.

The searing light of morning Asks unwelcome questions, Fragile hopes soon blistered by daylight.

Be brave enough to never yearn For that you cannot hold close In your heart forever. Tread lightly, cherish compassion And live in the moment without fear.

Ultimately not one amongst us Will ever be denied that, The glimmer of a chance to shine.

I am sad, like the hot dust on the streets And the music of fresh fallen leaves Caught in a sliding summer breeze.

Sublime moments refracted, Even if only for seconds, Caught forever in your soul.

Nothing that truly matters Can ever evaporate, Be excised, Burnt out of your soul.

You will never know what you are doing until and unless you have done it.

It is not very important where you are, but where your thoughts are taking you is important.

Edward Snowden isn't a traitor. He reported the crime of conspiracy to deny citizens of their constitutional rights. NetworkEtiquette.net

Controlling the master narrative of Israel means vigilantly controlling the narrative about Palestine.

I think jewelry is beautiful on all women and I think it's sentimental - and Disney is sentimental. It's subtle and it's low-key and it's just a sweet reminder of sweetness.

When it comes to lingerie, I know what I'm doing.

If it were legal, I'd marry food.

I never calculate. That is why those who do, calculate so much less accurately than I.

If I were dead, I would be the last to know.

I think, as a writer, I'm in my own head.