Let go of the spirit of the departed, and continue the celebration of your own life.

Night is the wonderful opportunity to take rest, to forgive, to smile, to get ready for all the battles that you have to fight tomorrow.

Who’ll come lie down in the dark with me Belly to belly and knee to knee Who’ll look into my hooded eye Who’ll lie down under my darkened thigh?

I never dreamed the sea so deep, The earth so dark; so long my sleep, I have become another child. I wake to see the world go wild.

First thought, best thought.

A poem is like a radio that can broadcast continuously for thousands of years.

Which way will the sunflower turn surrounded by millions of suns?