"Yeah, because I’m extremely romantic here. You know what is my fear? This postmodern, permissive, pragmatic etiquette towards sex. It’s horrible. They claim sex is healthy; it’s good for the heart, for blood circulation, it relaxes you. They even go into how kissing is also good because it develops the muscles here – this is horrible, my God!"
"Consider that you radiate. At all times. Consider that what you’re feeling right now is rippling outward into a field of is-ness that anyone can dip their oar into. You are felt. You are heard. You are seen. If you were not here, the world would be different. Because of your presence, the universe is expanding."
When I was younger we lost a bird to a broken foot
And I cried for days until mum cupped my face and said
‘if you keeping loving so much you’ll spend your entire life digging yourself out of the heart cavities of people who do not love you in the same way.’
And then, I couldn’t tell her that we talk about losing naïveté like shedding weight as though it’s the best thing that could happen to us and nobody told me that it’s okay to fall headfirst into people and if they move out the way, well it’s okay to collide with the floor too
Trust me, they’ll talk about loving carefully, like it’s picking your way through a dark field at night and no one told me that loving is not dangerous or shy
but grabbing fistfuls of rasberry’s and trying to fit as many as possible into your mouth or apple bobbing or those dumb trust exercise they make you do at workshops
It’s about falling, irregardless of scraped knees or broken arms or bruised bones and even bruised hearts it’s all about falling
and getting right back up again.
"They don’t listen; they just never listen. I don’t want to be heard. I only want them to listen."
"My heart wants roots. My mind wants wings. I cannot bear their bickerings."
"Run my dear, from anything that may not strengthen your precious budding wings. Run like hell my dear, from anyone likely to put a sharp knife Into the sacred, tender vision of your beautiful heart."
"I want him to see the flowers in my eyes and hear the songs in my hands."
"It is sometimes so bitterly cold in the winter that one says, `The cold is too awful for me to care whether summer is coming or not; the harm outdoes the good.’ But with or without our approval, the severe weather does come to an end eventually and one fine morning the wind changes and there is the thaw. When I compare the state of the weather to our state of mind and our circumstances, subject to change and fluctuation like the weather, then I still have some hope that things may get better."