The abyss you stare into and that stares back at you is your reflection in the mirror - we all have it - that shadow self - that dark heart.

Poetry is paying attention to life when all the world seems asleep to its beauties and truths.

Authority is the unmistakeable tone in the voice of a true writer.

Freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night.

I have found, beauty is the illumination of the mind.

A sensual life is a ghostly existence where you live on the surface and your soul passes through everything, touching nothing.

The religion of the heart is as intimate as a wish breathed to the night sky.