28 Quotes by Petra Poje - Keeper of The Eye

Opportunities,contrary to popular belief,do not fall from the sky.We create them.I appreciate effort invested.I like my food homemadeand my people self-made.

May I be a pillaron which upon you stand,a leaning post for young ones,my lover and my friend.May I be a beam of light that you bestow uponyour hopes, your dreams, your wisdom,so we may carry on.May I be a beacon,a tree with roots so strong,treetop spreading high and wide,a trunk so wide and long.May I be your musica flute for you to playwhatever you desirewith each forthcoming day.May I lose myself to find you,support all those who needmy love, my core, my laughter,permeate my every deed.

To whom,if not to myself,do I owe my love, my protection,loyalty and support?In who can I confide,if not in the onewho has always been there for me,never leaving my side,who stood by methrough all these years of waxing and waning,through all the losing and searching,through all the denialand rejection of myself by myself?I give myself back to me.

Not because of some Disney cartoon or fairytale,I believe in a man who cherishes, loves and holds me and my personal space, who protects me, my loved ones and my integrity, a man who'll look into my eyes when we're 80 and see nothing but beauty. Not because of some far-fetched romantic ideas,but because that is exactly what I do for my loved one, and I don't need to be a prince to do so.

There is nothing more valuablebut the Real,nothing worth more but the Truth.Stay true to yourself and remember, we are not meant to find out who we are; we are to Create ourselves, to each day take a step in the directionto who we want to be.

Do not expect to be fully acceptedif, firstly,you do not truly accept yourself,and, secondly,you are not truly accepting of others.Every rejection you've ever facedhas been mirroring your own.

What is my goal,what is my task,what is my path through life?Must be this trailI thread upon,bringing hope to strife ...I was born with memoryof the future world,the one of love and reverie,the one that once got sold ...I cried and shrieked,a little girl,when losing sight of you,disbelief at desert landthat I was to walk through.Rivers, they again will flow,skies just open roads,hearts of men again will glow,light-immersed abodes.

In the garden of my heartI grow the flowers of our loveIn the window of my mindI keep this candle litso you may always find your way home

And then, when you shine, I'll hold a mirror for you so you can see yourself within myself.