When we oppose the hidden conscience, it does us hurt. When we betray it, it judges us.
Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.
Spare me the political events and power struggles, as the whole earth is my homeland and all men are my fellow countrymen.
One may not reach the dawn save by path of night.
Poverty hides itself in thought before it surrenders to purses.
The ageless melody, unheard, heals; the healing vision, unseen, leads; the true leaders, immortal, know...