Your pain is a school unto itself–– and your joy a lovely temple.
Everywhere we shine death and life burn into something new…
And now we step to the rhythm of miracles.–from The Light, That Never Dies
Hope drowned in shadowsemerges fiercely splendid––boldly angelic.
What is this slow blue dream of living, and this fevered death by dreaming?
Know yourself fearlessly (even quietly) for all the things you are.
Compassion crowns the soul with its truest victory.
The words ‘I Love You’ kill, and resurrect millions, in less than a second.
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