I'm only the instrument through which one particular art is expressed. Poetry flows through me but it originates in the wellspring of creation that is the source of us all. When you strike out at someone else's achievement you are attacking your own share of a great gift.

We’re born alone and we die alone, I accept that. But why, God, do we have to be alone in the middle?

Dreams can be relentless tyrants.

happy women get softer and rounder.

Intuition is the voice of the spirit within you.

The pain we bring to others we cannot escape ourselves.

Bodies wear out to remind us they are temporary, and force us to spend more thought on our spirits