This is the blood's wild tree that grows the intricate and folded rose

As we get past our superficial material wants and instant gratification we connect to a deeper part of ourselves, as well as to others, and the universe.

Feelings or emotions are the universal language and are to be honored. They are the authentic expression of who you are at your deepest place.

That impulse I think is a form of love. Poetry is something that comes to you, rather than your having to work out its form beforehand.

We are hungry for more; if we do not consciously pursue the More, we create less for ourselves and make it more difficult to experience More in life.

Now that I know that each star has its path, each bird is finally feathered and grown in the unbroken shell, each tree in the seed, each song in the life laid down - is the night sky any less strange; should my glance less follow the flight; should the pen shake less in my hand.

Only after I faced the unhappiness of my first marriage did I start on the path of personal growth.