Here are your waters and your watering place. Drink and be whole again beyond confusion.

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.

I am not a teacher. I am an awakener.

He burned his house down for the fire insurance and spent the proceeds on a telescope.

So when at times the mob is swayed To carry praise or blame too far, We may choose something like a star To stay our minds on and be staid.

Suddenly, quietly, you realize that - from this moment forth - you will no longer walk through this life alone. Like a new sun this awareness arises within you, freeing you from fear, opening your life. It is the beginning of love, and the end of all that came before.

The rain to the wind said, You push and I'll pelt.' They so smote the garden bed That the flowers actually knelt, And lay lodged--though not dead. I know how the flowers felt.