Jo Boniszewski

In this magical hour, as the black ink sky fades to forget-me-not grey and the Cyprus trees emerge from the shadows, I tune in to my heart. In clarity, I choose to step into freedom to bring lightness of being and to be love.

This body of mine is my teacher. This heart of mine, my guide. My dear head struggles to make sense of it all whilst my hands gently remind me to trust and let go.

The sky was the color of hard crimson, dripping down a canvas, the moon splashed silver across red. Her soothing balm healing my soul in swathes of calmness, I breathe in her tides and let my body be washed ashore, lying in the sands of eternity.

Your fingers caress my heart strings, shaping a silent sonnet in notes of love. Transcending space and time, bathing the ether in perfect harmony.

You bring out the be(a)st in me. Polarized tension, a raw slash of claw, swathed softly in love. A peace of my mind in tumultuous chaotic razor-sharp clarity, impulsive wit to wisdom, mixing addictive shots of cocktail emotions in a full-spectrum experience.

Stay with me,’ he said, ‘until the sun goes out, the seas are parched, and the wind draws its last breath.

Lies are sufficient to breed opinion, and opinion brings on substance.

Speech is power: speech is to persuade, to convert, to compel. It is to bring another out of his bad sense into your good sense.

Nothing flatters a man as much as the happiness of his wife; he is always proud of himself as the source of it.

There is no more fatal blunderer than he who consumes the greater part of his life getting his living.

How can what an Englishman believes be hearsay? It is a contradiction in terms.

He looks the whole world in the face for he owes not any man.

Nobody can bring you peace but yourself.

Judge of your natural character by what you do in your dreams.

Revenge is an act of passion; vengeance of justice. Injuries are revenged; crimes are avenged.

Do what you love. Know you own bone; gnaw at it, bury it, unearth it, and gnaw it still.

Each thought that is welcomed and recorded is a nest egg by the side of which more will be laid.

If you miss the present moment, you miss your appointment with life. That is very serious!

Wine makes a man better pleased with himself. I do not say that it makes him more pleasing to others… This is one of the disadvantages of wine, it makes a man mistake words for thoughts.

I am not an Athenian, nor a Greek, but a citizen of the world.

He that would be superior to external influences must first become superior to his own passions.