Every moment I shape my destiny with a chisel - I am the carpenter of my own soul.

Do good to the people for the sake of God or for the peace of your own soul that you may always see what is pure and save your Heart from the darkness of hate

This is how it always is when I finish a poem. A great silence overcomes me and I wonder why I ever thought to use language.

If there were no way into God, I would not have lain in the grave of this body so long.

The rose does best as a rose. Lilies make the best lilies. And look! You - the best you around!

What is planted in each person's soul will sprout.

Since I was cut from the reedbed I have made this crying sound. Anyone separated from someone he loves understands what I say. Anyone pulled from a Source longs to go back.