It takes a long time for words to become thought.

all great people are humble because great people have great work and are humbled by the largeness of their dreams.

There are some griefs so loud/They could bring down the sky/And there are griefs so still/None knows how deep they lie.

It is clear that we do not exactly choose our poems; our poems choose us.

Wrinkles here and there seem unimportant compared to the Gestalt of the whole person I have become in this past year.

Mountains define you. You cannot define / Them.

Keep busy with survival. Imitate the trees. Learn to lose in order to recover, and remember nothing stays the same for long, not even pain. Sit it out. Let it all pass. Let it go.