If I could only find a shooting star Coming down to me Brighter as Life Bigger than its form In a shell of Divinity That unfolds as the...

There’s that girl I used to be friends with. We don’t speak anymore, She had nice clothes. I’ve seen you You’ve seen me Wearing nice...

Trusting the process is to let go into the depths of our fears, of our struggles, of our assumptions, of our mundane lives. It is having...