Other animals ran only when they had a reason, but the horse would run for no reason whatever, as if to run out of his own skin

Days are coloured bubbles that float upon the surface of fathomless nights.

In the drowsy dark cave of the mind dreams build their nest with fragments dropped from day's caravan.

For the current of our spiritual life creeds, rituals and channels that may thwart or help, according to their fixity or openness. When a symbol or spiritual idea becomes rigidly elaborate in its construction, it supplants the idea which it should support.

Music fills the infinite between two souls.

Our creation is the modification of relationship.

Poems On Life: Life is given to us, we earn it by giving it. Let the dead have the immortality of fame, but the living the immortality of love. Life's errors cry for the merciful beauty that can modulate their isolation into a harmony with the whole. Life, like a child, laughs, shaking its rattle of death as it runs.