Unravel my magic carpet. Shake the gold dust from my trips to the sun & take it for a spin, to the center of your universe; Within.

The sun still lives his silent vows to the moon, by bowing to kiss her feet whenever she walks in the room.

Persist. Even when you’re heavy with emotion, pick yourself up bringing the axe of your actions down, repeatedly chopping at the day until you bring the sun low with success.

Somehow I won in a game of tug of war with the sun, & discovered I’d been underestimating the strength of my own light for entirely too long.

I keepholding upthe mirror of the sun,so you can see the stunningreflections of everythingyou’re becom-ing.

The moon & sun were just friends til that night the sun couldn’t depart before dark snowed in under an avalanche of stars & poetry was born.

The head of all flower heads is one flower; the sunflower in the sky, that gives the others vivid color stemming from the inside.

Live in the shadow of the moon until you're bright enough to give birth to your own suns.