The veil concealing truth gets windswept in the wee hours, revealing all to the silence of the night.
—Terri Guillemets
The veil concealing truth gets windswept in the wee hours, revealing all to the silence of the night.
—Terri Guillemets
A philosopher lives in your mind,
a lover in your heart,
an alchemist in your soul.
—Terri Guillemets
Every dawn relights my soul.
—Terri Guillemets
You divide my soul into love and
—Terri Guillemets
You need special shoes for hiking — and a bit of a special soul as well.
—Terri Guillemets
we feel poetry and art
in the sensitive veins
that run through soul and
carry not blood but spirit
—Terri Guillemets
Journal: fitting your heart and soul into ruled lines.
—Terri Guillemets
Art is when you hear a knocking from your soul — and you answer.
—Terri Guillemets