Scott Hastie quotes:

I am sad, like the hot dust on the streets And the music of fresh fallen leaves Caught in a sliding summer breeze.

Be brave enough to never yearnFor that you cannot hold closeIn your heart forever.Tread lightly, cherish compassionAnd live in the moment without fear.

I am just like you,Destined to play my part.And leave,In the nature of my departure at least,Some kind of sweet message behindIn the fathomless pattern I make.

Sublime moments refracted,Even if only for seconds,Caught forever in your soul.

Nothing that truly matters Can ever evaporate, Be excised, Burnt out of your soul.

And so we smile on, Feeding the truths we share With a union of our souls, Cathedral slaves of our passion Which builds beauty amongst chaos.

Everyday can be extraordinary And ripe, Like a flower burst, If the will is there.

Where once there was a void,Now at least there are Seeds of splendour,Becalmed belief for another time.

For every moment of suffering,Others will arriveThat will instead pierce you with joy.

Let us have no guiltLeft to wasteFor dreaming still.

There can be no law of nature, no science,No aberrant infliction of human willThat unchained the soul cannot conquer,Simply sweep away, should it chose to.

The searing light of morningAsks unwelcome questions,Fragile hopes soon blistered by daylight.

The light needs only our trustAnd, of course, the darknessTo work its eternal alchemy.

Ultimately not one amongst usWill ever be denied that,The glimmer of a chance to shine.

Sacred space in whichTo distil, like amber,The best of your love.

Already I ache for all the livesI will never be a part of.

Soothing the exhaustionIn my soul,So I can fall back skyward,Safe in your arms,And survive to dream again.

Paradise is no whim.It takes time and trust,You see.

A stream of primal voicesWhispering in the breeze of your heartTo urge you on.

The gilded spiralOf longings within.Our very own cathedralThat points persistently to heaven.

Every new dayOur children's joy is as fresh as roses,Even the birds chatter at dawn.

Birth our night into dayAnd bathe it clean,So that beloved things can glowTogether in a litter of light.

Sense howEven the smooth stones acheWith stories of their ownIn the shuddering light of day.

Once spun,The silken thread of all our aspirationsRemains intact,It can never be broken.

Here, illuminated at last,Nestles the ruddy glint of spiritual certainty;Sweet moments of passion and healing,Of sensual release.

I knew such a woman once,She gave me everything.Her love like a soft riot singing,She knew how to shine.

We too can repair our cracks with goldAnd glow again.Crazed by life,More beautiful than ever before.

Be as audaciousAs you wish.By all means look to the heavens.

Be content to love, to dazzle in the light, If only for moments" And then be gone, With gladness in your heart, Before the creeping shadows Claim too much your sadness at leaving.

On the canvas of life, Every sweep of the brush matters, Counts for something"

Ours was such a delicious risk. My being abruptly and altogether Ecstatic and be-stilled.

Together we all live every moment On the very brink; The razor's edge Of ecstasy or disaster.

When in love or inspired, An eternal kiss from the divine Awaits us all.