In my head this cruel unspeakable truth: that we battled and we cursed and we spilled each others blood$$$ we relished our taste of hell and strangled heavens love.

The ecstatic beauty and soulful grace of Rumi's poetry inspires human hearts to believe in possibilities beyond the predictably fatal.

Look for the good.

Millions of tears have fallen for black sons$$$ brothers$$$ lovers$$$ and friends whose assailants took or maimed their lives and then simply went on their way.

Know yourself fearlessly (even quietly) for all the things you are.

Most people are slow to champion love because they fear the transformation it brings into their lives. And make no mistake about it: love does take over and transform the schemes and operations of our egos in a very mighty way.

You were born a child of light's wonderful secret$$$ you return to the beauty you have always been.

Millions cheer the warrior spilling blood across the ring$$$ while the one who stands for peaceis ridiculed and shamed. Must hearts forever suffer from ignorance and greed? Can bombs heal our soulsor set our spirits free?

You are the hybrids of golden worlds and ages splendidly conceived.

At the edge of madness you howl diamonds and pearls.