I'm not afraid of the opinions of others - but of being needed and coming up short.
You can be angry and silent, but it's no use - there's no distance in the spirit - besides, my words touch you more softly than my hands.
If you want your own distinctive voice, you first have to become someone.
December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory.
The religion of the heart is as intimate as a wish breathed to the night sky.
You think so logically... like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically... like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth.