Listen to the sound of waves within you.
When there's no sign of hope in the desert, so much hope still lives inside despair. Heart, don't kill that hope.
War, like children's fights, are meaningless, pitiless, and contemptible.
In the Friend-place nothing true can be said. Let Me Just Be Here.
Tender words we spoke to one another are sealed in the secret vaults of heaven. One day like rain, they will fall to earth and grow green all over the world.
You sit here for days saying, this is a strange business. You're the strange business. You have the energy of the sun in you, but you keep knotting it up at the base of your spine.