Take me back to North Beach so I can float on the waters, my body forming a bare cross... surrendered to the All Powerful 

The deep clouds have brought their storms, both destruction and nourishment bring about change, for one must die to be reborn

We are told to bend but never break. But shattering into pieces allows us to rebuild ourselves in ways we could never imagine, rendering

I follow my heart and it shows me things I never knew was possible, because the heart is far more intelligent than the mind

The wind sends her whispers... Traveling through time itself to speak wisdoms and fill our hearts, we stood there listening to this language

Do not ask me to choose between the sun and the moon, between night and day, between earth and sky and water... for I could never choose...

I stand at the point of no return... I have outgrown and outworn my beloved shoes... I can choose my shoes but I cannot choose my feet...

There is no greater inspiration than an empty wall, I will give away all of my paintings so that the world may become my gallery... My joys

Sometimes we mistake what is comfortable and known for being a choice

True faith is not believing that life will change to favor you. It is recognizing that you hold the power to thrive in spite of what...

Birth is beautiful, it is bloodshed and membranes spilled out on the floor... Do you see beauty in process and creation, or does blood...

I say goodbye to my beloved sweater - my skin - outgrown and outworn I shed, bittersweet... You who have carried me all these years, you...

Anarchy: the moth emerging from its cocoon saying, "This is me."

Give me humid warmth and sunlight with occasional mists and I will grow without roots or rains, asking for little, giving everything

I shelter not from thunderstorms but run into the heavy downpour arms outstretched, I laugh gleefully like a lovesick drunkard...

My awakening is Namaqualand in August. I am bleeding orange, pink escapes from my lips, purple appears in my dreams at night...

The higher I jump, the higher I fly, I wait in vain for my bones to crush on the hard ground but they never do. Or have I just not...

My thoughts are too deep, I don't want to let them pass... I bathe in myself

When we speak with someone we perceive to be a stranger, we realize we are not strangers at all

Nothing is expected, nothing is owed. Just be, and being is the greatest gift