All that we do is touched with ocean, and yet we remain on the shore of what we know

Step off assuredly into the blank of your mind. Something will come to you.

I would feel dead if I didn't have the ability periodically to put my world in order with a poem. I think to be inarticulate is a great suffering, and is especially so to anyone who has a certain knack for poetry.

The strength of the genie comes from being in a bottle.

Writing poetry is talking to oneself; yet it is a mode of talking to oneself in which the self disappears; and the product's something that, though it may not be for everybody, is about everybody.

Odd that a thing is most itself when likened

All that we do is touched with ocean, and yet we remain on the shore of what we know