When my heart is heavy, the sun helps make it light.
When you are unwell, you must cough, sneeze, and ache prayer.
I’m holding a teardrop for a friend
Until his heartache and misery end.
A notepad by the bedside accounts for half the earnings of my livelihood. If it weren’t for bedtime, half my novels would still be stuck at dock.
Jealousy hyphenates love in all the wrong places.
I used to love night best but the older I get the more treasures and hope and joy I find in mornings.
Worry ducks when purpose flies overhead.
Happiness is sharing a bowl of cherries and a book of poetry with a shade tree.
Sometimes even the flight of an angel hits turbulence.
There is no success but your own success.
Decorate yourself from the inside out.This always reminds me of the line from Veronica Shoffstall’s poem “…so you plant your own garden and nourish your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.”
Let your joy scream across the pain.
An illness of the mind is an illness of the body, and vice versa.
Loving is never a waste of time.
I’m not a doctor and I don’t know the technical terminology, but I do know that sunshine activates our happiness glands.
I want to giggle myself to sleep each night and jump on the fluffy, comforting pillows of faith.
Mother Nature is the ultimate truth of the show must go on.
All it takes is one bloom of hope to make a spiritual garden.
Time is an old firmly rooted tree; we are the breeze rustling its leaves.
Does age poison us, or do we poison age?
The green grass and the happy skies
court the fluttering butterflies.
For those wounded by civilization, yoga is the most healing salve.
My inner advisor is dying to heal me.
Autumn mornings: sunshine and crisp air, birds and calmness, year’s end and day’s beginnings.
Adulthood is when the ghosts of childhood appear.
Time is the only thief we can’t get justice against.
Fearing to lose what you have is not the same as appreciation. You have to take a step beyond that.
When your inner and outer energies radiate in harmony, you are blessed and spiritually magnetic.
I like the snot to run a little, the tears to accumulate a bit before reaching for the handkerchief. Then I know I’m really crying. Crying just isn’t crying unless it’s messy.
If I fall asleep with a pen in my hand, don’t remove it ? I might be writing in my dreams.
I love my mother as the trees love water and sunshine ? she helps me grow, prosper, and reach great heights.
Red is passion-lit, orange is flowerageous, yellow is suntastic, pink is lipsensual, green is lifebursting, blue is skyful, purple is berrydancing, gray is cloudrainy.
Try not to worry, as it’s sticky and hard to scrub off.
Skin is a covering for our immortality.
Nothing is sad on a beautiful morning save to look down and realize you just had the last sip of coffee and the mug sits indifferently empty.
When I tear myself away from my computer I find nothing but beauty, love, relaxation. So why do I have so hard a time tearing myself away?
The best part of happiness is the pines.
Weather is a great metaphor for life ? sometimes it’s good, sometimes it’s bad, and there’s nothing much you can do about it but carry an umbrella.
Your heart is a sun ?
Joy its stars,
Faith a moon, shining in your darkness…
Let the credit card companies market as they will, the only thing that’s priceless is Now.
Authorship is exhibitionism, and readers a species of voyeur.
When a cat speaks, it’s because he has something to say, unlike humans who are the great refuse containers of speech.
There’s nothing like a mama-hug.
Innovative capitalists have tried to rewrite nature, but to no avail.
I love the sweet smell of dawn ?
our unique daily opportunity to smell time,
to smell opportunity
each morning being, a new beginning.
When painting, an artist must take care not to trap his soul in the canvas.
Don’t forget that your spirit-twinkle makes life’s rainbow shine bright.
Some stand on tiptoe trying to reach God to talk to him ? you try too hard, friend ? drop to your knees and listen, he’ll hear you better that way.
Angels sail back to God on the sea of joy.
Your prayer can be poetry, and poetry can be your prayer.
They may as well have called the sun a ball of flaming joy.
My mission is to remind people that they’re happy.
Candle light, moon light, star light,
The brightest glow is from love light.Amen & props to Old Devil Moon
Were the passionate visible, all we would go blind.
What more pleasant sensation
than sunshine on skin,
Spirit and flesh drinking in the light
Of God and energy itself.
Sometimes on the lonely nights the man in the moon is my best friend.
If you’ve got a poem within you today, I can guarantee you a tomorrow.
The front door to springtime is a photographer’s best friend.
Sometimes just looking up and seeing the light is enough.
Ink smears, as thoughts sometimes do.
When an illness knocks you on your ass, you should stay and relax for a while before trying to get back up.
Though the circular round-and-round of routine be the bulk of life’s affairs, make an occasional jutting diversion ? of fun, love, or something that will outlast you ? so the shape and motion of your life shall resemble the round lifegiving sun with bright rays shining forth from all directions.
Dancing faces you towards Heaven, whichever direction you turn.
Been collecting quotes since nineteen eighty-seven
Be collecting them ’til the day I go to Heaven.
And if by chance it’s to the contrary,
Here’s hoping Hell has a great library!
Souls wouldn’t wear suits and ties, they’d wear blue jeans and sit cross-legged with a glass of red wine.
A nonsmoker is forced to find food, but for a smoker breakfast can be a cigarette and a cup of bad coffee.
Sometimes we don’t look up unless we have a reason to. And then it all becomes clear.
The world is hugged by the faithful arms of volunteers.
You’re not quite sure what it means but the words are so beautiful you know it must be profound.
In the sky
an infinitude of hope,
a canvas of glory
all possibilities mine.
Even when life isn’t good on the outside, you have an option to make it good from the inside out.
A man and his art are like a fool and his king.
My wrinkles are a playground of happy memories.
Verses of veggies
poems of fruit
dotted with seeds
raw green rhymes
in melodious bodies
The scars you can’t see are the hardest to heal.
Walking is good for solving problems ? it’s like the feet are little psychiatrists.
An angel lost his wing,
Crooked he did fly.
O’ peppermint tea –
two delights per sip
as steamy hot as passion
cool as a wintry lake dip
To some, the cigarette is a portable therapist.
Underneath courage shouts fear but of a hoarse voice.
For those uneasy with the world, solitude is the only guarantee of confidence.
You are fate’s shadow or fate’s sun, depending on which way you turn.
Sunshine has no budget, the sea no red tape.
The meaning of life is not an unquestionable answer; it is an unanswerable question.
If you can’t hear the angels, try quieting the static of worry.
Wash out your ego every once in a while, as cleanliness is next to godliness not just in body but in humility as well.
My own prescription for health is less paperwork and more running barefoot through the grass.
Reality is too much to take in heapfuls, but sprinkle it sparingly upon life’s path and most can tread it lightly.
Look both ways before entering the insanity.
If I’m trying to sleep, the ideas won’t stop. If I’m trying to write, there appears a barren nothingness.
You’ll meet more angels on a winding path than on a straight one.later found this: “Genius is more often found in a cracked pot than in a whole one.” E.B. White
Strawberries are the angels of the earth, innocent and sweet with green leafy wings reaching heavenward.
Journal: fitting your heart and soul into ruled lines.
If you absolutely can’t stay positive, don’t go negative, just cruise neutral for a while until you can get back to positive.
Adversity enhances this tale we call life.
There is no need to reach high for the stars. They are already within you ? just reach deep into yourself!
Walking through puddles is my favorite metaphor for life.
Sunshine surrounds the earth as love surrounds our souls.
If your body’s not right, the rest of your day will go all wrong. Take care of yourself.