Let night make of it: love. Let daylight make of it: friendship.
…and I took the star less traveled.
Skip trying. Go straight to succeeding.
The universe is stuffed with moons, stars and some days, just vanilla cream-filling if you don’t eat the hard cookie parts.
Take to the sky – fathoms deep.
Become the salt of the earth and add water.
Don’t think of becoming a painter. Think of becoming a painting.
For your sky of kites, keep an endless green meadow for running and never wake from it.
Do make. But don’t make do.
Wherever I go, I am there and everywhere I’ve ever been.