our deepest fear

is not that we're inadequate. our deepest fear is that we're powerful beyond measure. it is our light, not our darkness, that frightens us the most. we ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? actually, who are you not to be?

you are a child of god. your playing small does not serve the world. there's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. we are all meant to shine, as children do.


that's all it takes

nothing more than a few words and the softest touch, and your life is different, won't ever be the same again. man dies, leaves you the mystery map to the secret island: happens every day. but you get a smile from someone you want: well, that's special.

that's worth the journey.


at the top I'm stopping by

your place of work and acting like
I haven't dreamed of you and I
and marriage in an orange grove

you are the only thing
in any room you're ever in
I'm stubborn, selfish and too old


за покойните се моли така

сякаш твоята душа се намира в ада, сред пламъците, и самият ти се мъчиш. чувствай техните мъки в сърцето си и пламенно, пламенно се моли за упокоението им в място светло, място злачно и място прохладно, където няма никаква болка, скръб и въздишка