Admit something:
Everyone you see, you say to them, “Love me.”
Of course you do not do this out loud; otherwise, someone would call the cops.
Still though, think about this, this great pull in us to connect. Why not become the one who lives with a full moon in each eye that is always saying, with that sweet moon language, what every other eye in this world is dying to hear?
I have been given this existence, these years on this Earth, to accept what has come into my lifetime — wars, loves, trucks, betrayals,...
Too lazy to be ambitious, I let the world take care of itself. Ten days' worth of rice in my bag; a bundle of twigs by the fireplace. Why...
Do not force the healing, my love. Healing is always unforced. It happens when the conditions are right. When there is just enough love,...