Sometimes your optic nerve will trick you into thinking you’re falling into the soft cotton of him, only to discover it was wool instead.
If you do find a comfortable place to rest. Treat him like your favorite chocolate or mixed metaphor.
Kiss him often and don’t fear the heat of the scald. Let him read the face of your soul.
Remember, better to be a beloved lover than just a lover.
Be brave and risk climbing star laced trellises. Eat the wild raspberries.
Honey and milk under the tongue should always be spiced with peppermint and truth.
You can do better or worse.
There will be seasons of weeping willows and years of cherry trees. Savor them.
So called friends are like your favorite cereal, easy to find.
Real friends more like magic seeds but if found, can grow oak trees that will anchor your city for a lifetime.
Don’t be afraid to strike a match but expect your thumb to get burnt.
The easy way out ends on the last train to nowhere.
Trust is the taste of sunshine but know lightening is always poised to strike, leaving a bitter taste in the mouth.
No matter what your age, it’s never too late to compose yourself in the stardust and consort with the sky. You define the view.
Hold onto the roses, crushed a little each year, they’ll become the attar of you. Recognize their fragrant worth.
Don’t wear out your voice calling for someone who doesn’t answer.
Leaves always depart. Let them go.
Refuse to dwell in an asylum of your own making. Tear it down and use the ruins to build a retreat
Don’t be afraid to forge mountains bare-handed and trees bareheaded.
Always dream like a kite gliding over a serene landscape, but be aware of diseased branches out to snare you.
A million flowers bloom inside of you. Let them spill out onto the pages of the world.