Strange, the desire for certain pleasures is a part of my pain.

The only time a juggler / Appeals to me / Is when I see him / Miss the ball.

Let there be spaces in your togetherness...just as strings of a lute dance alone though they quiver with the same music.

You would know the secret of death. But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life.

Many of us spend our whole lives running from feeling with the mistaken belief that you can not bear the pain. But you have already borne the pain. What you have not done is feel all you are beyond that pain.

Love is all I can possess and no one can deprive me of it. Kahlil Gibran (Visions of the Prophet)

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.