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“Imaginative people remain distinguished ....for their heavenly madness. ...They do not run away from chaos or the stab of grief....but by encountering and getting to grips with loss...they force it to crack open and make a sense, sanity out of that insanity....They tear apart the haze to peer through the fog...for the pen they hold...the brush they move on the canvas....takes them to chase the meaningless and resurface with a meaning.....”

“Grief seems like feeling unbroken one moment and breaking into pieces in another, walking away from places that bring back the memory of what once was there, who once lived there, swaying in rage, caught in a fog of depression, acceptance and denial, slow waning of interest, a desire to retreat in aloneness as if it is beyond the understanding of this world of your colossal loss, searching for that familiar face while walking down the streets.....”

“Have you ever lost yourself in the sunset that washes the sky Of the day’s garish glory And paints crimson In the hour of blush? Have you ever sensed a poise in the busy life, where power and wealth lose their pride, for a human is called by the rosy mystery! Have you ever seen how the heart floats in the sky, Gently, gently over the clouds of worry, Into the westerly where colors splash, Where poems just begin, Where lovers get lost in the gaze. Have you ever seen how sunset Takes us to the other side of life, Where despairs die, and dreams are born, For therein lies a lover’s glance, In the sweetness and hunger To taste a cup of crimson.”

“The dandelion, a wild yellow blossom, a splash of pure gold, holds a story untold. It is a sun in the grass, holding joy and youth, in full bloom, opening in cracks. Then comes the time for change, and it becomes the white seedhead, the moon, a moment of ripeness and reflection. Then the dandelion breaks to be windblown seeds, the stars scattered across the sky. This is the story of ultimate transformation, where seeds break loose to begin their own journeys anew elsewhere. From seed to a flower and seed again.”

“Before your voice drowns, And your eyes lose the light, Before your soul loses the song, Write! Before the flower fields, lose the scent, before the light of sky is covered by clouds, before the birdsongs dim in the sky, Write! Before you lose your ecstasy, hurled into a sea of loneliness, Before fate comes to take you away from the voice of your soul, Before you lose faith in beauty and eternity, Write! Before you drown in a sea of sadness, Before clouds gather and bring the rain, Before melancholy grips you tight, And you cannot recognize yourself, Before delights turn into thorns, And flowers lose their scent, Write!”

“I am homesick for sunsets that splash the dusk on my soul. I am homesick for the sky that carries the birdsongs. I am homesick for the trees that call the nightingales and their sweet melodies. I am homesick for the fruitful lands, where the streams flow, carrying the song of the earth. I am homesick for the stars that haunt at night, and turn every sigh into a song. I am homesick for the nocturnal charm when the night falls, with its veil of darkness. I am homesick for the choir of heaven that comes with dawn.”

“Have you ever lost yourself In the sunset that washes the sky Of the day’s garish glory And paints crimson In the hour of blush? Have you ever seen A poise of the busy life, where power and wealth lose their pride, for a human is called by the rosy mystery! Have you ever seen how the heart floats in the sky, Gently, gently over the clouds of worry, Into the westerly where colors splash, Where poems just begin, Where lovers get lost in the gaze. Have you ever seen how sunset Takes us to the other side of life, Where despairs die and dreams are born, For therein lies a lover’s glance, In the sweetness and hunger To taste a cup of crimson.”

“Someday you will come back to find yourself, to sit in the space where wild winds blow and rivers flow, where raindrops fall in the quiet night and every wound will get tender. Someday, you will come back beneath the open skies to find laughter in your soul. Someday you will realize, though you've walked miles and miles in search of light, the only light that remains, is the light of soul.”