The voice of passion is better than the voice of reason. The passionless cannot change history.

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.

On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A fisherman mends a glimmering net.

I am composed of contradictions, which is why poetry is a better form for me than philosophy

Even if that is so, there will remain A word wakened by lips that perish, A tireless messenger who runs and runs Through interstellar fields, through the revolving galaxies, And calls out, protests, screams.

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.

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