Criticism Polishes My Mirror.

That Hurt We Embrace Becomes Joy. Call It To Your Arms Where It Can Change.

I Was A Thorn Rushing To Be With A Rose, Vinegar Blending With Honey… Then I Found Some Dirt To Make An Ointment That Would Honor My Soul… Love Says, “you Are Right, But Don’t Claim These Changes. Remember, I Am Wind. You Are An Ember I Ignite.

Don't Grieve For What Doesn't Come. Some Things That Don't Happen Keep Disasters From Happening.

Sorrows Are The Rags Of Old Clothes And Jackets That Serve To Cover, And Then Are Taken Off. That Undressing, And The Beautiful Naked Body Underneath, Is The Sweetness That Comes After Grief.

Nothing Is Meaningful Except Surrendering To Love. Do It.