I think there is a choice possible to us at any moment, as long as we live. But there is no sacrifice. There is a choice, and the rest falls away. Second choice does not exist. Beware of those who talk about sacrifice.

I speak to you. You speak to me. Is that fragile?

As we live our truths, we will communicate across all barriers, speaking for the sources of peace. Peace that is not lack of war, but fierce and positive.

What three things can never be done? / Forget. Keep silent. Stand alone

Not all things are blest, but the seeds of all things are blest.

I am working out the vocabulary of my silence.

The fear of poetry is an indication that we are cut off from our own reality.