A map has four directions. The native Americans worshiped th… A standard compass uses the Earth… A moral compass also uses two dire… When I am grounded my compass poi…

Everyday you look for someone out… You look for something out there. When you are lonely you look for a… When you are scared you search for… When you are sad you seek sympathy…

The world rewards greatness. But goodness is it’s own reward. We admire the great ones. But remember to get great one firs… We must not forget what it took to…

I’m grateful to see the full moon… I’m not sure why. I suppose only a celestial body ca… So I cry. I howl at the moon with… When the moon comes out I don’t t…

If you are sad, love yourself. If you are scared, trust yourself. If you are angry, forgive yourself… If you are lonely, hug yourself. If you are opinionated, question y…

I yearn for her but she can never… I fantasize about but she will nev… She makes feel alive when little e… I feel my heartbeat, my breath. This can go on forever as long as…

The night sky is our lost mytholog… No longer do we look to the stars… No longer do we sit in awe of the… So behold the immensity of the sky… And recognize the infinite capacit…

Don’t write to state your opinion. To simply be heard. Don’t write to respond or react. Write as if your life depended on… After all, these aren’t words on t…

Candle drifting. The Bhudda’s face glowing. She kisses me. A rush of relief. The wait is over.

I build it with music. I freeze it with a photograph. I ease it with meditation. I tease it by floating on water. I beckon it by running my fingers…

You are under the command of three… The voice in your head. The voice in your mouth. And the voice from your pen. Which voice is yours?

Eve bit the apple so she bears the… She hears it’s cries and its laugh… She feels the spirit of the Four… In one hand she cradles faith and… You can see the mystery of life in…

Your roots are strong yet you are a bud dangling lifelessly. Its cloudy and you feel down. Plant’s seeds get spread

Her beauty is fought over by King… But her attention goes to the begg… Her eyes focus near but her heart… The wind blows through her hair an… of the departed.

A face like a porcelain doll. But it doesn’t smile So serious all the time I sometimes imagine her Showing me her teeth