We evolved as creatures knitted into the fabric of nature, and without its intimate truths, we can find ourselves unraveling.

What an odd, ruminating, noisy, self-interrupting conversation we conduct with ourselves from birth to death.

A flower's fragrance declares to all the world that it is fertile, available, and desirable, its sex organs oozing with nectar. Its smell reminds us in vestigial ways of fertility, vigor, life-force, all the optimism, expectancy, and passionate bloom of youth. We inhale its ardent aroma and, no matter what our ages, we feel young and nubile in a world aflame with desire.

Tranquillity hides in small spaces, and when found needs to be treasured, because you know it's a phantom that will slip away again.

There is a furnace in our cells, and when we breathe we pass the world through our bodies, brew it lightly, and turn it loose again, gently altered for having known us.

A kiss is like singing into someone's mouth.

poetry had everything to teach me about life.