Jo Boniszewski

With a burst of joy, my heels sprout wings, smile dancing. My heart sings like a bird caged, set free to soar, senses heightened like never before. Life. Is. Good.

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

The time has come to shed this skin. Its cloying inconvenience doesn’t fit me anymore. My new attire strikes color, shine, shadow, makes noise, and may put your teeth on edge. Tough sh–. Get used to it. I’m inviting you to step into your fear and dance with life.

I am a sky gazer. The sky, it pulls at me. Its amazing eternal expanse of breathtaking beauty calls me back to my senses, stretches my awareness, soothes my eyes, opens my heart, stills me. I feel a soft soul longing to be up there, in the vastness, amongst the clouds that are alive and billow and skud and glow; metamorphosing from perfection into perfection. A constantly changing canvas brushed by magic.

It’s like something shifted when I spoke to you, I can’t even put words to it. This sense of gentle peace, space, lightness, freedom. The realization that the longing I carried for so long, that pain was not about him all along. It was the yearning to return to that place from which, once upon a time, we all came.

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.

Old wood best to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust, and old authors to read.

You’ll never have a quiet world until you knock the patriotism out of the human race.

Curiosity is, in great and generous minds, the first passion and the last.

It is the mark of a truly intelligent person to be moved by statistics.

I am living in a nightmare, from which from time to time I wake in sleep.

There are German songs which can make a stranger to the language cry.

Human beings must have action; and they will make it if they cannot find it.

Although the road is never ending, take a step and keep walking, do not look fearfully into the distance…on the path let the heart be your guide for the body is hesitant and full of fear.

I am who I am today because of the choices I made yesterday.

Man can climb to the highest summits, but he cannot dwell there long.

I will never do this, says one, yet does it: I am resolved to do this, says another; but flags upon second Thoughts: Or does it, tho’ awkwardly, for his Word’s sake: As if it were worse to break his Word, than to do amiss in keeping it.

Progress is impossible without change, and those who cannot change their minds cannot change anything.

I could have become a soldier if I had waited; I knew more about retreating than the man who invented retreating.

Our planet is being turned into a filthy and evil-smelling imperialist barrack.

Consequences are unpitying.