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“There comes your desperate plea to live again, for you know, time is passing like a river, and nothing ever will stay the same. There comes your deep desire to dream again, to love again, for one more time, but God only gives you one chance to live it right. And when things are burning deep inside, you take out the blank paper where drops the silent ink. There it is ..the flames of your heart, in the shape of a love letter, or an etched flower of your deep. What is profound never really dies. It only changes the form.. from one to another. There comes the power of transformation...”

“That moment when you desperately needed someone...but the world pushed you aside. That moment when you desperately wanted an understanding shoulder...but remained left aside....For those caught up in the fog of wanting and forsakenness...For them are these words of mine....Gaze at the dawn that makes you halt in the middle of racing thoughts....Be bewildered ...at how the meadows hold so many flowers...Delve into a book that takes you to another world....for they will come with arms around your shoulder when it is shaky...My friends...they are the bringers of light...”

“.I hope you find life as a gift though it is strung with laughter and tears....I hope emotions swell within your deeps as you hear your long-lost song for what truly kept you alive is never too old to die...I hope you embrace growth and change and fall in love with life again...I hope you make memories in places where you once ran away from...I hope you find love in places that were too harsh and dry...I hope you hold a space within yourself to be softer and kinder to your own self...I hope you see...In the unfolding of flowers, love is tucked so deeply inside....I hope you sense...In the smell of nostalgic memories, love has sweetly scented them in places....I hope in the end you see...Life is truly a gift...”

“That hard sadness when the blue sky turns colorless in the forbidding dark of despair and I struggle like a robin nibbling at my depths to feel the fullness of poetry and all that is tender and sweet for I explode inside to be that drunken soul of summer and impossible dreams that lies deep inside my wellspring where the weeds turn to flowers and moors become mystical forests. Oh, how spring has awakened in my deeps as I desire to be all those things again--the youthful, hopeful, aroused wholeness again. So I can deliver myself to this world, enchanted in my depth”