Every Flower Is The Rose

Lovers jump into bed without thinking.  That's the only way it can be done.

A cup that was spilling over still wanted more.

We all talk to ourselves.  Those we call mad just talk a little louder.

The difference between an ocean and a desert is Time.

Art is made out of pieces of ourselves.

Boredom is peace misunderstood.

To one who loves birds, morning always wakes up singing.

In dreams and stories we rearrange our lives.

Good reasons do not exist for poisoning the water supply.

A few stones that hit rock bottom found a home there.

The log on the fire: is it dreaming of the forest?

Every side attacks you when you don't take sides.

Make your life beautiful, you're the only one who can.

Remember: every flower is the rose.

A Writer's Holiday

Walking is blind, even toward a clear horizon.

The oyster never felt so free as when a thief stole her pearl.

Some leaves hang on longer but eventually they all fall.

A forecast can be wrong, but not the weather.

What does introspection mean? It means you're looking in the wrong direction.

Life corrects the errors of logic.

The scientist seeks laws; the historian, causes; the artist, freedom.

Writer's block is a writer's holiday.

To board that slow train called Life and ride it to the end.

Being awake is no different than sleeping if all you do is dream.

Digging, one finds more rocks than gold.

The sea is captive in a drop of water.

In the end, it's the poet's voice that will be heard.