The small man builds cages for everyone he knows While the sage, who has to duck his head when the moon is low, Keeps dropping keys all night long For the beautiful rowdy prisoners.

Poetry reveals that there is no empty space.

A poet is someone Who can pour Light into a spoon, Then raise it To nourish Your beautiful parched, holy mouth.

Thou learnest no secret until thou knowest friendship, since to the unsound no heavenly knowledge enters.

I am a hole in a flute that the Christ's breath moves through. Listen to this music.

Speak but little, and that little only when thy own purposes require it. Heaven has given thee two ears but only one tongue, which means: listen to two things, but be not the first to propose one.

This place where you are right now, God circled on a map for you.