Listen.Do you see that you can’t hear snowfall?Look.Do you sensethat you can’t see love?Touch.Do you graspthat you can’t catch poems?Try.Smell this glass. Go on taste this cloud.These material senses won’t get you far untilyou feelthe velvet glove caress your soul.

I think whenever there’s potential for beauty, beauty can be found. And everything has potential for beauty.

Our homes travel with us. They are wherever we feel loved and accepted.

Sadness is an invitation to God.

Truth is unoriginal.

I began missing you even before we met.