From our solitudewe shall create,forge songs ,pour in the reflectionof the stars and refresh the mindabout the silk-ridden roads that wait for them who have forgotten to feel.

LIVE WELL___Forget them not, yet forgive, forgive..from self-harm, quita new page, right nowyour spirit's new year's eve.

UNSOPHISTICATEDI sing my merry songat first blush of daythis external peacetendered by the soft shadeof tidy clouds idly crossing places,a fresh note returns to mind:I am unsophisticated at heart.

For me, my haters are not the ones who I have done wrong with, but the ones I have fought for.

LIFE’S SOFT EDGES‘Tis a truth I will confess that we ofttimes find soft edges –to such a degree, our livesare well manifestof people’s kindliness.

EXHALE(A poem for busy people, my way of reminding us to take a short pause amidst the daily grind)Fancy,no thing as constancy, soul overcharged with a deep echo, the unperceived sigh ringing, ringing in the stillness...

This is my classic story:I am unpredictable,like the rest of us.

Come discover how astonishingit is to unravel your own blossoming.

The world is abounding with beauty. You are a demonstration of this.