On the canvas of life, Every sweep of the brush matters, Counts for something… — Scott Hastie Copy Share Image
Ours was such a delicious risk. My being abruptly and altogether Ecstatic and be-stilled. — Scott Hastie Copy Share Image
I am sad, like the hot dust on the streets And the music of fresh fallen leaves Caught in a sliding summer breeze. — Scott Hastie Copy Share Image
Ultimately not one amongst us Will ever be denied that, The glimmer of a chance to shine. — Scott Hastie Copy Share Image
Be content to love, to dazzle in the light, If only for moments… And then be gone, With gladness in your heart, Before the… — Scott Hastie Copy Share Image
The searing light of morning Asks unwelcome questions, Fragile hopes soon blistered by daylight. — Scott Hastie Copy Share Image
A permanent path That, once illuminated, Goes ever onward – a way home… — Scott Hastie Copy Share Image
When in love or inspired, An eternal kiss from the divine Awaits us all. — Scott Hastie Copy Share Image
Nothing that truly matters Can ever evaporate, Be excised, Burnt out of your soul. — Scott Hastie Copy Share Image
On the canvas of life, Every sweep of the brush matters, Counts for something… — Scott Hastie Copy Share Image
Sense how Even the smooth stones ache With stories of their own In the shuddering light of day. — Scott Hastie Copy Share Image
The light needs only our trust And, of course, the darkness To work its eternal alchemy. — Scott Hastie Copy Share Image
Everyday can be extraordinary And ripe, Like a flower burst, If the will is there. — Scott Hastie Copy Share Image
