The stars know everything, So we try to read their minds. As distant as they are, We choose to whisper in their presence.

I slept little, read a lot, and fell in love frequently.

Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them.

If I believe in anything, it is in the dark night of the soul. Awe is my religion, and mystery is its church.

Inside my empty bottle I was constructing a lighthouse while all others were making ships.

A poem is an invitation to a voyage. As in life, we travel to see fresh sights.

The stone is a mirror which works poorly. Nothing in it but dimness. Your dimness or its dimness, who's to say? In the hush your heart sounds like a black cricket.