It is impossible to communicate to people who have not experienced it the undefinable menace of total rationalism.

You see how I try To reach with words What matters most And how I fail.

He returns years later, has no demands. He wants only one, most precious thing: To see, purely and simply, without name, Without expectations, fears, or hopes, At the edge where there is no I or not-I.

A true opium of the people is a belief in nothingness after death - the huge solace of thinking that for our betrayals, greed, cowardice, murders we are not going to be judged.

I imagine the earth when I am no more: Women's dresses, dewy lilacs, a song in the valley. Yet the books will be there on the shelves, well born, Derived from people, but also from radiance, heights.

Poetry is a dividend from what you know and what you are.

When I die, I will see the lining of the world. The other side, beyond bird, mountain, sunset.