Kumu Ramsay said: The world is your shadow, the world is your mirror. Everything that upsets you shows where you have not yet...

The world is my sister, as broken and human as I. Forgive her shortcomings. Love her for...

the moon has scars just like me from the blows of life, and they say there's no life on the moon... but her body glows at night...

Cry with me, Mother, and let our teardrops turn to rock. You can strike me until I shatter into a million pieces: I will become the sands...

I follow my heart and it shows me things I never knew was possible, because the heart is far more intelligent than the mind

Just like the soul that reveals itself in a fleeting dream only to be buried once more in consciousness... Whomever is learned in the wisdoms of life will know where to find me: My greatest treasures...

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

I ripped out every part of myself, spilled my guts on the floor, my beating heart staring at me...

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

My awakening is Namaqualand in August. I am bleeding orange, pink escapes from my lips, purple appears in my dreams at night...

I pass you on into the world as you pass me on: like ripples we grow, our spirits flying to the edges...

You said, “Do not be afraid, I want you to look. Do not hold back, I want you to feel. I want you to feel everything."

I am the weed that grows through concrete, I am the diamond emerging from volcanic pressures, I am resilience. Not because I fight against..

I swim in the oceans of Neptune, I run across the plains of Mars, and make love on the Moon...

"I love because I love," becomes a complete statement. And we are bliss chasers not of need but of want, for who would not want to feel the warmths of the...

Let me not feed my inner beast, my most magnificent and exquisite beast. I pray that cold shoulders will keep her dormant, stunted, and frosts quell her thirst. Waiting for...

Give me a seed and I will grow a garden. Give me a hand and I will never let go. Give me love and...

It is in the pursuit of purpose that all purpose is lost. Blinded by what we are searching for, unable to see what's right in front of us

I tread on the suspense of not knowing, the bittersweet...My infinitely impatient nature remains outwardly still and frozen, unable to open

Awoken from a decade long slumber with the sobering realization that everything I thought mattered could disappear in an instant, that I...