“To love is to live like nothing’s ever happened, / yet everything's occurred; / to live like we've forgotten lifetimes / in this lifetime, and our hearts beat in sync, / giving us more to love. / More time to make love.”

“It is so clear that any instance of hate is a call back to love. It is the sharpest, loudest, most reverberant signal.”

“If I close my eyes, I see my body, painted in blue luminescence, pulsing excitedly with light and ready to radiate the everythingness of this life, of this love, onto a page. The page will always listen. But let me tell you, dear reader, the page listens when I honor the story. When you honor the story.”

“Because I may never feel quite perfect, but may always hold the desire to achieve perfection deeply within me, the process of intentionally living in grace is upheld as a tenet of the Self I am becoming through this process of shedding — of transformation.”

“Speak to me again / in the way / that melts my vertebrae.”

“And so as I reflect on the journal entry that prompted this cognition — and metacognition — I think of love as a kind of knowledge.”

“Oh sweet surrender… / Drops of your love stain / my lips like raspberry sorbet.”