Let today be the day you embrace your beautiful spirit and shine light for those living in the dark. Light their path so the road traveled will be seen more clearly. You never know how much a simple act of kindness is appreciated if you never try. Be that candle for someone today and shine bright.

I had a dream about you. You wore all yellow and I wore all blue and together we were trying to make the world a little greener. Not through sex as I wanted but through recycling.

I had a dream about you. You had just developed a way to drink sleep and I owned a coffee shop. You wanted to partner up but I suggested a more natural fit would be with a hotel. I recommended a sleazy one downtown where all the hookers go to sell sex.

Someday the people we know are acquainted to become the people we knew. They leave. They leave to pursue the opportunities laid down in their paths and they leave on account of misunderstandings.Their absence causes a vacuum a space an incompleteness which we believe no one can fill. But someday someone eventually does and that someone rekindles our hopes for companionship until the circle continues and is ultimately intervened by the permanence of death.The future is alarming as atrocious as the past. And the friendship the love the memories either remain in our hearts cherished or are forgotten like an undeserving dream.Everything eventually fades away either for the better or worse.Someday the people we know are acquainted to become the people we knew.But then again that someday is not today and so we must be a little more appreciative for the moment for the times for the present because someday everything is going to change.

I had a dream about you. I was a cat. You were a red dot. And even those times I caught you we couldnt touch. But still I chased you anyway.

In honesty you have to admit to a wise man that prayer is not for the wise not for the prudent not for the sophisticated. Instead it is for those who recognize that in face of their deepest needs all their wisdom is quite helpless. It is for those who are willing to persist in doing something that is both childish and crucial.

Dont panic. Midway through writing a novel I have regularly experienced moments of bowel-curdling terror as I contemplate the drivel on the screen before me and see beyond it in quick succession the derisive reviews the friends embarrassment the failing career the dwindling income the repossessed house the divorce . . . Working doggedly on through crises like these however has always got me there in the end. Leaving the desk for a while can help. Talking the problem through can help me recall what I was trying to achieve before I got stuck. Going for a long walk almost always gets me thinking about my manuscript in a slightly new way. And if all else fails theres prayer. St Francis de Sales the patron saint of writers has often helped me out in a crisis. If you want to spread your net more widely you could try appealing to Calliope the muse of epic poetry too.

Our heart wanders lost in the dark woods. Our dream wrestles in the castle of doubt. But theres music in us. Hope is pushed down but the angel flies up again taking us with her.

Ive come down from the skylike some damned ghost delayedtoo longTo the abandoned fieldsthe trees returned and grew.They stand and grow. Time comesTo them time goes the treesStand the only placeThey go is where they are.Those wholly patient onesThey do no wrong and theyAre beautiful. What moreCould we have thought to ask...I stand and wait for lightto open the dark night.I stand and wait for prayerto come and find me here. Sabbaths 2000 IX

I had a dream about you. Dinner for two turned into dinner for three when you told me you were pregnant. I was excited but a little nervous because we were at a fancy restaurant and I only had enough money in my wallet to pay for two. So being the gentleman I am I suggested that we skip out on the bill after we were finished eating.