Do you ever wonder whether people would like you more or less if they could see inside you? …I always wonder about that. If people could see me the way I see myself—if they could live in my memories—would anyone, anyone, love me?
take your hands over your bumpy love body naked
and remember the first time you touched someone
with the sole purpose of learning all of them
touched them because the light was pretty on them
and the dust in the sunlight danced the way your heart did
touch yourself with a purpose
your body is the most beautiful royal
New York City’s Central Park from Above
I love the person I’ve become, because I fought to become her.
If every 8 year old in the world is taught meditation, we will eliminate violence from the world in one generation.