A world of made is not a world of born
worms are the words but joy's the voice
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility
may my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living
May my heart always be open to little birds, who are the secrets of living. Whatever they sing is better than to know. And if men should not hear them - then men are old.
Writingis an art; and artistsare human beings. As a human being stands, so a human being is