Quotes by : Scott Hastie

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

In this life at least,Our fate is rarely epic.Maybe just as well,Impervious heroes we are not…

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

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

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

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

Let us have no guiltLeft to wasteFor dreaming still.

A permanent pathThat, once illuminated,Goes ever onward – a way home…

A hallowed frequency withinThat, even in your darkest hour,You can always turn to.

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