It's the giving that makes one stronger, but sometimes the taking can make one weaker, if even vulnerable or blinding.

Sometimes playing stupid opens your eyes to the truth.

She sheltered her colors in the dark, where others were blind to see; I caught a glimpse of her lastly when she gave me a chance, before disappearing into the day. There was beauty locked in her that unfolded like an umbrella's claw, her true self that desired compassion, trust, protection and the potential to soar. But I missed to late, that what I wasn't looking for, when she left her reasons in the rain.

People are complaining of having rags and not riches, but I find it a blessing just to have rags, to wipe away the dirt and dust that may come in the course of life.

Death is like that, it blinks, we blink; not always able to see the Stop signs, hiding behind trees in the corner of the roads.

Trust is like a two-way mirror, transparent on one side, with a blind dimness unable to see through on the other side.

When a blind man says, 'God is good,' this should be an eye-opener to those who can see.