Poetry = Anger x Imagination
Remember for just one minute of the day, it would be best to try looking upon yourself more as God does, for She knows your true royal nature.
Now is the time to understand That all your ideas of right and wrong Were just a child's training wheelsTo be laid aside When you finally live With veracity And love.
What is this precious love and laughter budding in our hearts? It is the glorious sound of a soul waking up!
How did the rose ever open its heart and give to this world all of its beauty? It felt the encouragement of Light against its being; otherwise we all remain too frightened.
God disguised as myriad things, and playing a game of tag has kissed you and said, "You're it. I mean you're really it. Now it does not matter what you believe or feel. For something wonderful, something major-league wonderful, is someday going to happen. "
An awake heart is like a sky that pours light.
In her beauty rests (both) my death and my life.
An American has no sense of privacy. He does not know what it means. There is no such thing in the country.
None are ruined by the justice of God but those that hate to be reformed by the grace of God.
I tried to explain as much as I could," Poppet says. "I think I made an analogy about cake. " "Well, that must have worked," Widget says. "Who doesn't like a good cake analogy?