Always there is something worth saying about glory, about gratitude.
Writing a poem ... is a kind of possible love affair between something like the heart (that courageous but also shy factory of emotion) and the learned skills of the conscious mind.
Also I wanted to be able to love And we all know how that one goes, don't we? Slowly
It's morning, and again I am that lucky person who is in it.
Sometimes I need only to stand wherever I am to be blessed.
You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.