Sometimes we mistake what is comfortable and known for being a choice

Birth is beautiful, it is bloodshed and membranes spilled out on the floor... Do you see beauty in process and creation, or does blood...

Anarchy: the moth emerging from its cocoon saying, "This is me."

My thoughts are too deep, I don't want to let them pass... I bathe in myself

You live on in me, no matter where I might go, I will pass you on

Just listen for love, щpen your heart to receive, the world welcomes you

When all's said and done over a lifetime of years, all that's left is love