In a rich moonlit garden, flowers open beneath the eyes of entire nations terrified to acknowledge the simplicity of the beauty of peace.

This is what our love is––a sacred pattern of unbroken unity sewn flawlessly invisible inside all other images, thoughts, smells, and sounds.

The Universe said, ‘Let me show
your soul something beautiful.

A woman does not become whole until she has a baby.

A women does not become whole, until she has a baby.

A woman does not become whole, until she has a baby.