Some of the most beautiful encounters,Are the unexpected ones.

Wounded souls feel the deepest feelings, Understand the greatest sorrows,And their life is a testimony to hope.

We are always either remembering the past or looking forward to the future,Yet the only real place we stand that is real, is on the bridge of the now.

Let's never stop searching for our Kindred souls, The ones that take us from the darkness of the night to the daybreak of hope.

It is when we are on our knees that we set ourselves free, it is in this very moment that we release our wings and give flight to our soul.

Don't despair precious ones, no worry is too great that love can't heal.Each day whilst moving through the mists of time our heart is gently whispering the way of scattered dreams, the path fragranced with the sweet smell of hope, as we walk upon the way towards the sanctuary of ourselves.

Everyone we meet has wounds upon their heart.Everyone is waiting for someone to scatter the seeds of love amongst their tears and to be patient enough to wait for their beautiful fragrance of dreams to awaken once more.

We think we meet someone with our eyes When we actually meet them with our soul

Others words can only affect us if we give them worth with our reaction.By remembering that it's usually the ones who are hurting, that hurt others.We are all searching in the darkness,Holding out our hand ready to hold each other again...When we learn to forgive.